She found any apology troubling.
She knew she was wicked and deserved her punishment.
Yet she was trying to convince herself that she was not frightened.
There were no more games to play.
She was plagued for many months by a nightmare before she woke in terror of her own hell.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
