STITCHED
A little girl, so innocent, so naïve, wandered around, places to places, and found a ball of flame, mesmerized by its beauty she touched, reaching out her frail hand which is now burnt. Being unaware of the cruel world, she shed tears of pain and fear, none came to wipe them, instead stole her voice. Soon came no joy nor sorrow; everything buried within, time passed unbothered her stitches fell and now was forced to express but no words ever came only the tears of unheard words; which none understood. — Anjali “Once stitched… Always stitched.” — Anjali There are … Continue reading STITCHED