Little Me
Little Me
Little fingers, little toes
Little bones, yet no one knows
How horrible you are to me.
We both saw the wall coming.
The difference was that you made it happen,
As you flung me by my ponytail.
Copyright © Robin Wrenn-Fiore | Year Posted 2020
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