She is drowning
and the last thing you will see
is that same painted smile on her lips
I am the quiet one, always watching,
Watching the days pass as she slowly caves in on herself.
There was a strange determinedness to her actions
A fierceness in her eye,
that she would do this one thing
this one thing
herself
drown herself
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Little Voices
Short StoryA collection of poems and little stories I've found in my older writings, as well as newer ones as the inspiration hits me. *All rights reserved*
