POETRY pain pierces through blood, seeps through meadows between us, fog clogs our partially permeable membrane. silent as water below soil, you starve me and puncture my wilting soul. my love for you runs black, its murk drowning the thin veil of yours. in conclusion of battle after battle, we lean against either side of a lonely wall, both of us dripping gloomy ink, victims of a simple tip in the scales of life. Pepa Peeters is a 16-year-old high school junior currently living in Madrid. Originally from Belgium, she has also lived in Indonesia. She was born to independent artists; her mum is a photographer and her father was an artist. She has recently launched the P word, a blog featuring original poetry, photographs and stories inspired by her travels. She enjoys shooting street portraits, horse-back riding, and spilling secrets in Dutch when she’s in public with her mum.
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