by Aniya T., 14
Her heart was an old mandolin. You pulled her strings a little bit harder and it broke. It was once brand new, it was coated in sugar flakes, and warm. You had turned everything around, flipped it all like a tuna fish in a frying pan. You made a sharp turn on a one way road, and knocked her out of her shoes. You painted dark hues over her bright sky, changed the weather in her world, took the sun and stuck rain clouds over her head. You are a wild animal who couldn’t be contained. She was as gentle as a dandelion, and as sweet as a tart. She tried to heal you with her love. She fed you every type of sugary sweet in her pantry, to tenderize your heart. But nothing could save you. Not even her…
Bridge Ink 