Amy Gowler

Rookie (date of death? Yeah im a zombie / fuck noes)

Poem 212

Scratched out on a piece of paper my name lay.
It felt odd staring at the scribbles the biro had made.
As though someone had tried to erase me from history.
But I’m still there beneath the blackness.
And I’m still here in this room.
Its hard to prove that you exsist when you cant even find your records anywhere.
I’ll try over there.

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