Poem: Flagging Retrieval

But then he shot me,
It sounds so tragic and yet so lovely,
Like putting yourself,
In the hands of another,
Makes everything alright,
It’s all alright.

I saw it mapped in the ocean waves,
But as quick as they come they ebb and fade,
So I wonder off the edge,
And see where it leaves me,
At the bottom of something I think.

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I am a poetess, a mother-to-be, a pround woman, and stubborn beyound reason. View all posts by lowkiespeaks

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