Lying within a bathtub
Inside the bathroom
At yet another gathering
As friends cliche.
One comes to a conclusion
That they don't belong
They remain in the tub
The hubbub continuing.
For now they know
Where they've always belonged
Nowhere ever they are.
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LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
