August 17, 2012 § 20 Comments
He was her favourite coin.
The world thought its rusty and
old and unworthy.
But she carried it everywhere
she went. Just touching it made
her feel beautiful and relieved her pain.
She’d kiss it and come back to
Until one day she had to give it up
in exchange of a few seconds of breath
to live more, to this fucked world
that lies awake every night on the