Lady Trewlany

Hong Kong

a collection of scattered pieces that somehow fit together perfectly
in search of a great perhaps

Message from Writer

i miss everything that i've never had, and that's why i write. i write my story as it is today and as i want it to be tomorrow. there is always truth in my words.

Typing into a Broken Keyboard

August 13, 2019


My fingers fly across the keys
Pressing each one down with purpose
Spilling out my life onto these 
Dusty, broken, obsolete keys
Part of me knows this is stupid
But part of me wishes that out 
There someone is also wounded
And listening to my story
Even though I know it’s just me
Staring out into the night sky 
Slowly sipping a cup of tea
Eyes still heavy with crimson pain
My fingers dance across the keys
In a slow, lethal, waltz of hurt
Trembling lips and shaking knees 
And tears flooding onto the keys
I know my story isn’t heard
And I can’t do anything to 
Ease the earthy red heinous hurt
But type into a broken keyboard


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