Golden apple, ripe, juicy
Like a worm you devoured inside me
Irreparable by time
Slowly I rot away
Tragedy, no escape
Ground below I fall
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SUZETTE DRUMMONDS
I am a Child & Youth Advocate, a Poet, a Writer, a Sister, a Mother, A Woman, and A Visible Minority with a Voice. I always wanted to be a writer and Vocal allows me to challenge myself. I Love This Awesome Community of Creative Writers
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
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Very well written!
Wonderfully written