but I just can't say it.
No footsteps,
but my brain is running now.
Running from that
previously sinister L word.
Daddy said it
the night he left.
Mom said it
when she sold my presents
for more beer money.
Derek said it
when I caught him.
I hate that word
because it means nothing
to most people.
Instead I whisper,
undeniably like a third grader,
"I heart you."
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What Comes Next... [Wattys 2014]
PoesíaViolet has never stopped running. She lives for the wind on her face, and seeing the blur of cars as they drive by. And she has real problems to run from. An alcoholic mother, an abusive ex-boyfriend, and the lowest grades in school. It's time for V...