Blank
Her thoughts are
Blank but twisted
The blood has drained out of her face
Stone white
Colorless cheeks
So thin, so pale, and almost dead
A pale oval of a face
Surrounding glassy eyes
But with nothing inside
She has a secret
One or two
She wont tell you
What she longs to do
She has a plan
She knows the hour
Its in her hands
Dont even bother
