Thursday, March 19, 2009

Breathe-Michelle Branch

Sitting on feet


back against the cold white wall


auburn hair loosely pulled back


cheeks flushed


emotion escaping from her face


continuously staring down the mirror across the room


suddenly the reflection of the blue eyes shatter



whats wrong with our dear heroine?














a soft melody sung by an uncoherent greecian artist plays in the background

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