Author: Zorra Reed
You've once again poisoned me with you're words.
You've once again spoken lies.
Like china, you've wrapped me in bubbles
…my own plastic binds.
Then laid me in a grave with white roses
and covered me in beads of snow;
packing me away…until I'm forgotten.
Some time from now you'll suddenly remember
…and dig me up.
You didn't pack me right.
My wounds bleed and I died.
Now you're china is broken,
worthless and thrown out.
It was your own poison
Your own words
Your own promises
That were broken.
You sacrificed me for a weekend of pleasure
Now you've lost me.
You are not forgiven.
And what has broken cannot be fixed.
Mend all you want but I'll not forgive.
You are like poison.
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