Oh how did this happen to me
The girl from some other foreign city?
Wiley enough to make a plan
Cunning and soft of heart -all my eggs bled before the start of labour
Before the sun came up.
It hid her pain, all the clots of her smiles.
She would coocoo again
for her soul was of one who couldn’t quit even when they told her she was dead.
Posted on 2018-04-09, in EXPERIMENTAL WRITING and tagged Creativity, EXPERIMENTAL WRITING, Good Writing habits, motivation, MY WORLD, The lyrics to my life, WRITE TO RECOVER. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.