ILL -TREATED.
A quiet and lonely walk to the river is was what the lonely girl thought was the best thing to calm her broken heart and shattered nerves.
Her name was Thorn, like the thorns that are placed on the delicate body of the roses in her hand that she had picked from her garden.
She sat by the river, silent as the night that lingered in the sky.
Although Thorn spoke of no pain, her tears told the story of a broken heart that her only wish was for it to stop hurting,stop altogether.
Her tears fell down her cheek and fell into the river and sailed down with the water.
thorn sat upright and her tears fell onto her breasts that were