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My
Heart
Was just
A new toy
For him to play with
Until he tired and broke it.
About the Creator
Kelsey Clarey
She/Her/Fae/Faer. I live in Nova Scotia, Canada. I mostly write poetry and flash fiction currently, a lot of it fantasy/folklore/fairy tale inspired. I also like to do a lot of fiber arts and design TTRPGs.
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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
A poem most people can relate to. ❤️ Happy to subscribe to your work.
Oh no 😥❤️🩹 You poem is short, yet every word is seriously heartbreaking. Sending you hugs~
At first I was like " How come I didn't know that Taylor has a song called Playtime?". Then when I saw toy in your poem, I realised which song you were talking about. One of my favourites. Loved your poem!
Awesome writing Kelsey! 💕
This poem feels like hard earned wisdom, Kelsey. Clearly, hearts deserve better treatment than toys! I loved your poem!
Well written, congrats 👏
That's very true. This is an eye-opener for me. I watched my kid brother, who had a bad temper, break toys when he was younger. However, I noticed that if it were his precious toy, he would take good care of it.