until now it haunts me
it happened as the sun came down
and the screen inside these four walls
flashed bold letters in vermillion.
she was unaware
as they lead her out of these four walls
and into a new one.
one where the echoes dwelled,
and the walls were cold,
and the floor was damp,
and the water was running,
and she watched it.
while behind her was he—them.
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My Blood is My Ink | Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of all my woes and ruminations in poetry form
