I was feeling poem-y, if that makes sense! (Ps, I KNOOOOOOOOOOOW, that's the harry potter scar)
A tiny poem packed with a story. It can mean whatever YOU want, but for me, it's this; Reade isn't happy. No one in her house is. And now she's got an abusive husband to add to the mix. She wants to run, but her legs wont move. Her lungs don't work, and she falls.
