She waits until the doors are closed and shadows disappear.
She sits in the dark tracing her fingers over the marks.
Something shiny catches her eyes and she once again starts counting scars. ☻ ☹
She waits until the doors are closed and shadows disappear.
She sits in the dark tracing her fingers over the marks.
Something shiny catches her eyes and she once again starts counting scars. ☻ ☹