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)
- Published: January 27th, 2022 15:31
- Comment from author about the poem: What A Predicament.
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 9
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