Wanting Sympathy
I fell, I dropped, I collapsed, I toppled, she said.
I thought I would tumble and roll, then I’d be dead.
My words did not come, they did not arrive at all.
She wanted sympathy, this crazy woman, Ms. Ball.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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