Poems from Quristy

You breathed butterfliesThat fluttered in my ribcageAnd ate me alive.
The Fragile Little Porcelain Doll Maybe they think she's a fragile little porcelain doll that will break if they drop her so they try not...
  The shrinking girl Slowly shrinking, getting smaller, Day by day she loses more. driven by pain, and words of anger. She's eating less,...
  It's you who decides. It's you who decides. Decides whether or not taking risks is what you want. You have to know. Know that when you...