
the old me some time ago died
buried her so deep inside
i committed murder
but never meant to hurt her
i just had to get rid
and i am so glad that i did
she was not good enough for me
selfishly i chose to set myself free
sometimes i get hit with a noise
convinced it is her voice
i was there, present at her wake
should have made sure she was dead, for my own sake
late at night is when i most
feel the presence of her ghost
this is a revenge story like macbeth
she is coming back to avenge her own death
About the Creator
Kiesha’s Diary
𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ❀



Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.