Lizella Prescott
May 1 · 1 min read

He was cold
So she gave him her skin

He was hungry
So she gave him her blood

He was weak
So she gave him her spine

When he walked away
All he left was her heart

Hi everyone! I’m still struggling with a crazy work schedule, but I’m trying to put a little creativity back into my life. For now, it’s Instagram-sized poetry bites. Next up, some reading?

Hope you’re all doing well.

Lizella Prescott

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