Written by Emily Harstone | December 8, 2016
The spirit, unnavigable through linen’s whisk.
Betrayed by life inside the web.
Can you hear my voice anymore?
Look he startled, she is there.
The fog didn’t lift that day.
The curtain once torn now repaired.
Thought I saw a knife stabbing?
From the veil hand of friendship.
Pretty Linen, but still a wall.
Silenced,abandoned because I am female.
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The spirit, unnavigable through linen’s whisk.
Betrayed by life inside the web.
Can you hear my voice anymore?
Look he startled, she is there.
The fog didn’t lift that day.
The curtain once torn now repaired.
Thought I saw a knife stabbing?
From the veil hand of friendship.
Pretty Linen, but still a wall.
Silenced,abandoned because I am female.