i should not have
met death at fourteen
looked her in the eyes
with her blood-stringed hair and
broken teeth
stood in her pool of
stained concrete and waste
unable to find an answer for
"what's happened to me?"
now i ask myself
the same question
YOU ARE READING
almost pretty.
Poetrya collection of free-verse poetry. please vote, comment, and add to your library if you enjoy!
