Friday, November 25, 2016

Shoofly



she shoos away flies
from her freshly poured coffee
wondering how she got here
this place of self loathing

where all her thoughts are angry
resentful and dark
hating everything about her life
feeding her broken heart

she isn't suicidal
but she doesn't want to live
not like this anyway
broken to bits

she tries to pick up the pieces
one shard at a time
wishing and hoping
this isn't all she has

told she has the power
to change her life's plot
to rewrite the story
she so often tells herself

but the voices that crowd her head
won't go away
wondering how she got here
to this place of self hate

srh 2016

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