Faded

Her heart was cold breathless dead weight she carried around more than that chip on her shoulder. colder than an igloo in the depths of the antarctic. blacker than a tar pit. thorns sharper than any bladed sharpened and i know shes been through the storm and rain but i hope to crush the pain in her chest. the chess pieces are already set. she makes her move, she doesn't know wrong from right, but shes familiar to the agony struggle has left. sad