Dead Ella

Dead Ella

I've forgotten everything that I thought I knew.
Forgotten the people whose stories
I blew
out of my **** to make an impression 
on you
and you 
and you.
So the woman who said I’d shown her kindness 
and thought me some earth mother goddess 
I carelessly  left behind the texture of her story
that I pried out of her with
cups of tea, gazing out at our bit of sea.
I only remembered that her dead baby was called Ella
and her Thai boyfriend had run off
because it wasn’t love 
it was a beach party.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 4/11/2025 9:16:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.