Anna C Croft Biography

You were my firework
A beautiful, magical display
Of bright colours, flying high
Into the inky blackness of night
...

It was just a dinner date
That ended in a horrible rape.

No-one heard her kick or scream
...

Hasn't it come round quickly,
Our celebrated once a year lunch.
We sit together in a crowded canteen
And ignore everyone - the whole damn bunch.
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She thinks about death a lot
But knows it's unhealthy, but so what.

She thinks drowning would be for the best
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I perceive you in the silence in forests
I hear your footfall on threadworn stairs.

I see your reflection in the store windows
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