Misery Follows
How depressing can make you feel
Darkness creeps up on me once again
No I’m not lost just forgotten
No family no love just my shadow and I
No one ever took notice so alone I will die
I walk along a cold road
Dark and wet I feel down below
So sadden nothing can heal the pain
Once loved but now forgotten like an old ring
Blood is thicker than water so they say
All Liars who think such
I known my blood for years but they keep me out of touch
Life is a mystery As I walk blindfolded
I see nothing but misery follows despite of it
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Reba Miller
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Clinging to Childhood
The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
By Marti Maley6 days ago in Fiction
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