she can't enjoy january
she remembers the fireworks her father illegally set off
she can't enjoy february
28 days is more than enough
she can't enjoy march
because they couldn't see her 11th easter
she can't enjoy april
because of how her poppa would pinch her
she can't enjoy may
because her 12th birthday went unseen
she can't enjoy june
because of the death on the 13th
she can't enjoy july
because the fireworks went off for her mom
she can't enjoy august
because that was the last month before he was gone
she can't enjoy september
because it rhymes with attempted murder
she can't enjoy october
because her father kept living for her
she can't enjoy november
because her poppa didn't last
she can't enjoy december
another dreadful year has passed
and the dreadfullness will last
but the truth is that she can
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Writings
PoetryAnything and everything. Most of it is bad. I wrote most of it when I was like 12 and being abused or recovering from it lol
