Ashleigh
~ djl

Ash grey eyes
That tell the story
Of a rotten soul; decaying hope
And there she sits
In dust-brown room
Faded daisy dress on a musty bed
Cold metal frame and rusted springs
That squeak at the slightest hint of pressure

A single ray of light falls
Through a crack in the shutter
Exposes greying hair; 
Sunflower mattress
Her own secret grove...

Ash grey eyes that glance aside
From their blanket gaze
to the thick oak door
A pale grey smoke
Thick and swirling
Now invades her room
Through barren keyhole
It joins her alone once again...



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