The Victim Poem by Ashlyn Brena
The Victim
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She rarely lied, but whenever I told the truth she cried,
She caught me in bed with her friend
It was very bad
She stood mannequinlike staring at me with those blood stained eyes.
She dropped the ice and her heart cracked twice
The best I could do was to butter her with lies,
Kiss her more than once, atleast thrice.
Thursday, January 6, 2022
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4/25/2024 11:21:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very repulsive and poignant piece written with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.