Reminded of everything she did wrong, of the suffering, of the responsibility yet to come, she was a deer in the headlights.
Fumes smoldering from her lips were coming in the tide, constricting the pulse in her neck, paralyzing her.
It harbors no response.
A blink, a sharp comment, a door slam.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
