Clear Out
Angry sirens from the paper shredder
As I make a decision to destroy her,
for what use does she have for me now,
her youth, her hope, her old bank accounts?
The vacuum doesn’t open a gaping maw
There’s scarcely a memory any more
- I can’t mourn someone unremembered.
And so surrender my maiden name.
Friday 6th November 2015 12:16 pm
Recent Comments
Jon on New Life
2 hours ago
prakhar dhama on The Evolution Within
4 hours ago
Landi Cruz on Gun in the fridge
4 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Woke
8 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on I could see myself doing this job.
8 hours ago
Jon on New Life
8 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Save the children
8 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Draft Dodger
9 hours ago
7eVen on Melancholy.
9 hours ago
Mike Bartram on Kim Phúc The Napalm Girl
9 hours ago