Walking beside the sea, with the waves crashing by, Memories of betrayals, made my heart sigh, Each thought more intriguing, than the last, All I could think of, was the past.
I'd been stabbed so many times, yet I never learned, Instead, I'd escape to my room, and the pages turned, Movies, comics, and books, were my retreat, But the scars of betrayal, were never discreet.
Despite the pain, I remained kind, Giving away pieces, until nothing was left to find, Until the day came, and I lost all hope, Becoming someone, I never thought I'd cope.
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It’s not like I can avoid them. They taunt me from the front of my local fruit and veg grocer, their dimpled waxy peel catching the light as if to say nice to see you again, Sunny like some off-colour joke. A bunch of bananas poke holes in the biodegradable bag while I sweep the back shelves for this week’s food. I notice the oranges from the corner of my eye and feel my stomach turn. Looks like oranges aren’t on the menu anymore, either.
By Eloise Robertson 4 days ago in Fiction
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