Criminal Mistake
"I swear the fingerprints were there yesterday. They were there, I promise"
Maybe my tears just washed them away
Devastation wreaks havoc
Loss lulls me to sleep
A wake of buzzards circle around my head
I am beaten down
I am unlucky
My skin grows caverns
Grows desert and dry
I am teetering on the edge of success and failure
I am not steady on my feet
I could have prevented this
Time to burn away my identity
Copyright © S. Grace | Year Posted 2022
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