A Will

Jerry Wayne Lawrence

Pill Taken By, Shelby. She Don't Know Why She's N This Ol' Apartment. It's Still Midday.

Pray, 4 Whatever Odd Reason, She Does. She Sits @ The Kitchen Table Of This Empty Apartment, Cooly.

Certainly, She'll B @ The Nu Ice Cream Shop @ Her Favorite Grocery Store, Eating Sherbet, Later.

Quieter Quiet Gets & Then, A Letter, On The Tabletop, Appears.

Scares, Such As Sudden Appearance Of Things, She's Grown Accustomed 2.

Through, With Thoughts That It Could B Money, She Knows, It's, A Will. Her Instincts, Again, Prove Her Correct, Right After, Opening It.

Wrote, Is A Single Suicidal Mama's Last Message 2 A Freshly Aborted Daughter.

Deeper Into Her Sadder Feelings Is, Shelby, 2 Touched By, The Will's Simplicity.

Quickly, Shelby, Swallows Down A Couple More Pills Then Places The Opened Letter Back On The Table.

Stable, Shelby, Calmly Takes Her Leave Knowing She'll B Stopping 4 A Drink Before The Sherbet.

Sweet 'N Simple, Shelby Whispers 2 Herself About, A Will.

  • Author: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 27th, 2022 15:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: What A Predicament.
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 10


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