Old Poems

vulnerability seems to have her stripped and wilted in a corner;
moaning like a morner

slowly dying
like tiny stars in the speckled sky,
they are far above her head; she's better off dead

nowhere to hide the shame; no one left to blame
those feelings forever burned in her skin

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