The end of the road was clear now. Where was I going? Who knows. Just, away. Away from here, away from them. Away from her. She had ruined me. Ruined everything I ever had, ever knew and ever was. I was an old temple. Once tall and mighty, worshipped and beautiful. And now I was nothingContinue reading “Rotten Peach”
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A Blooming Rose
A blooming rose Sits on my windowsill Watering can in hand I feed it well It opens to me A beautiful red A damning colour Beauty can be bad A watereed rose A drowned wife Such an event Enraged me so That when I next saw A blooming rose Waiting on my sill I leftContinue reading “A Blooming Rose”
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