i gave everything i had to a man
who couldn't look me in the eyes
once the sun rose.
i offered up every piece i had to offer,
and he took them greedily.
perhaps i should have paid attention to how he held them once they were handed over,
and then maybe i would have kept something for myself.
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Stories That Never Get Told
General FictionThese are the stories of the things that have been, could have been, and should have been. They needed their voices to be heard, and I'm doing the best I can to give them that.
