Silence. Muffled thoughts.

Lifeless body staring back from hollow eyes.

Dark circles covered with

shiny stars.

Pouty lips and smeared colour all over

your cheek in a peculiar shape.

At the back of your palm, she said;

“Your future is written”.

Protruding veins and specks of bruises

in violet and yellow sunshine.

It almost loks like the scales on a dragon.