Pegasae

Smoke rippled tenderly from the cover
Of far and foreign lights. Friends as we lay,
Beneath neon waves from twilight displays.

by Sylvie_Wand

Infliction

The skin beneath coarse and pale as if the sun herself were ashamed to look,
Scarred and damaged, its arms share a story of pain and self-inflicted misery,
Marks that ooze and spill and bubble at the lack of care given.

by Sylvie_Wand