Letter 11
She
Screams
It’s silent
Was it important?
No
Except to rack her lungs
Sleep well girl
And your wild words will mean more in the morning
In the morning you will look just as beautiful
You know
She has a habit of scratching at her newfound glory
And her black curls
She has a tendency of not believing her reflections
Eyes
Even when they blink before her
Before her…
There were folded hands
And hushed mouths
There were undiscovered truths and loves who
Told lies
Untouched lips and virginal thighs
Before her…
There were perfect sheets and
No questions asked
Straight A’s
Innocent smiles given to anyone
Who seemed worthy
But she meant it
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