raven30hell

There she sits lonely a cigarette in her mouth her harley by her side as she travels south piercings and chains clothes all black long dark curls Fall gently down her back tattoos ingraved deep within her skin of all the prisons she's been in gentle eyes a scared smile a broken heart and in denial dirty nails and black leather boots a road map and a lighter are her only two recrutes a black biker jacket torn at the seams a soul full of freedom and a heart full of dreams rings on each finger a cross around her neck eye liner that seems to linger like new paint on a wreck a pen in her hand and paper in her lap she