She spat the words
as if I were the one that hurt her.
As if I had done something wrong.
I hadn't.
I could feel the hate radiating
off her voice
It shocked me
and I feared it.
What was going to happen now?
Would she hate me for the rest of my life?
Athena
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A String Of Words
PoetryPoems that come from my heart, deep down where only I can see through the darkness. These poems are flowers that grow in this darkness. Clinging together to let me live my life and be free.
