my backwards walk // frightened rabbit
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She sits
on the couch,
knees curled
to her chest,
her head
in her hands.
She's sobbing.
Oh God,
what have I done?
"May, I promise I'll make it up to you somehow. Please, give me another chance."
"Fuck you!"
she screams.
My entire psyche shakes.
"I never want to see you again!"
"I'm sorry, babe. I'm so so sorry."
I crouch down
in front of her.
She doesn't look at me,
she doesn't move.
I hear her heavy tears
hit her jeans.
"You'll never, ever be able to fix this."
"I can try."
"No," she says with finality, "No, you can't."
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Poetry“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche /// (c) mockingjayde 2013 (c) respective artists and musicians.
