and when he left her for dead,
in a queen-sized bed
full of tears and false pretense
she picked up the phone,
to feel less alone,
and dialed her old best friend
but the line kept on ringing and ringing and ringing-
before coming to an end.
she never heard from her ever again.
YOU ARE READING
PILLOW
Poetrywhen my head hit the PILLOW, i dreamt of words and painted them with letters, hoping to release. hoping to find peace.
