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She winced at the light that glanced at her face
Only for it to see her desperation and despair
She laid in bed, wrapped by white sheets — curtains ajar
Her thoughts were vile, her mindscape is a no-man's-land
She bears what a dystopian mind: The aftermaths of love
It pains me to see her like this — but I have won
How selfish of me to think of this as victory:
A passive revenge of my rejection
Certainly
I observed her from time to time:
She drags her feet, with no confidence,
No rhythm nor rhyme
Her wrinkled clothes reflects her uncertainty:
No time to care,
at least not for me—
Written: March–April 2012
This piece is incomplete; I lost inspiration.
This piece is incomplete; I lost inspiration.
© 2012 - 2024 eurekasfray
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