Gabrielle Franchetti Poems

She hears a sound in the darkest part of the house.
Her pulse quickens.
It is nothing, she tells herself-but is it really?
Why does she get up to inspect the possible intruder in the most cliche way?
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He comes in that day and you feel your stomach ache.
You shudder and he shames and you wonder what you say.
You know you must say something, but the words do not come.
You been there before, and it's never undone.
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Stay away from the crimson flame
sleep better now that your nerves are tamed
Lay upon the roses wrapped in gold
Keep your heart hidden like you were told
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