I put her in a corner.
I sat her gently down.
I said you can't just run my life, you can't push me around.
Her sharp smile softened.
Her face turned to a frown.
She pouted out a huffy fine, and turned her back around.
A few weeks passed and there she stood stiff, and thin, and small.
Until the weight crept back on and back to me she crawled.
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Poems from the dark
PoetryTrigger warning. To be polite. These are poems I've written. In all honesty not the good ones. Or maybe they are. But they're not my print published ones. I'm not that brave. :)
