im guessing she wokeup
from the various moans
that slipped my lips
and the grunts
that slipped yours
she got up and was yelling at you
and you were yelling at her
i was crying
and you were too
she said she should've sent me
to that Catholic boarding school
10,000 miles away
when she had the chance
she spat words at you
that were not chuch appropriate
and she spat them at me, too
she even called me a mistake
that i was the works of the devil
and thats when you punched her
and had to be handcuffed by police men
who carried you out of the hospital
alongside the woman
i used to call mother
who i now called nobody.
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It's Not Like I Planned It This Way (Watty Awards 2013)
PoetryIn the midst of a world that disagrees with everything you do, Florence struggles to figure out who she and what her purpose in life is when a deathly accident occurs. As she is in limbo, or so she thinks, she reminisces on the good and the bad of h...
