My name is Anna Marie
and I am three
and my parents murdered me.
In our old home
are my small bones
fragile and white
they were laid there by spite.
I have been forgotten
by the pure and the rotten
watching with hollow eyes
stalking the ones I despise.
I lay in wait
for their inevitable fate
their punishment is my salvation
their deaths a good thing for this nation.
How do you guys like it is it alright is it interesting enough. This was something I came up with while doing a project for school just stuck with me. PLEASE leave your thoughts and comment so I know I'm doing something right. I don't write poetry very often.
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Book of Shorts
Truyện NgắnThis is a book of short stories from my strange mind Beware some of these are not for the faint of heart and many of these deal with very dark topics including racism, homophobic behavior, abuse, depression, and anxiety. Not all of them though some...
