My world, she told me of a dream
She said I was there, bloody
She held me as I was dying
I said to her, "You don't need me anymore
You have your husband now"
My world, she said it was horrible
My world, she said she nearly cried
But it was I who died on the inside
(17 June 2016)
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An Aged, Bitter Collection of Poetry, Prose, & Papers
PoetryThere once was a sad girl, not that long ago, in a kingdom not so far away. Perhaps a glance into her somber scribbles might help you on your quest to scribble for yourself.
