one, two, three.
it slipped out of her fingers before she could think twice.
do not unearth what has been buried.
she watched, her gaze steady, as the flames teasingly licked the sides of the photograph before engulfing it whole.
"what are your thoughts?"
if only she knew.
her raging heart had caught fire.
the flames danced away while the world went up in smoke.
About Me
- Jacey
- I love beauty, fashion, traveling, photography, food and musicals amongst many other things. I change my nail polish at least once a week.