She swallowed the dish offered to her
Munched the pieces of fear curtly so,
Drown in inconclusive argument of herself
Such she emitted fire down her burning throat
Depraved from the influence of her ruthless pals
She shrunk her body in her haven of shams
In a shell of infested bogus, dark, ghastly hut
She was slow, sacredly,
Little girl just lost her tiny little soft spark
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We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks
PoetryA set of prose and poetry about sad thoughts, phobia, insomnia, bullies. It focuses more on the negative side of one's life. COMPLETED June 12, 2021
