Kyle Shield Laster
Married - Poem by Kyle Shield Laster
I think I am a victim,
But, oh, who shall I tell:
The man who raped and beat me
Or those pills that made me well?
Shall I tell it to that Overdose
That shook me in the Spring?
Shall I tell all of my demon friends?
I can't give back this ring...
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