sly sinister sisters of gossip
distort truth to fit a narrative
designed to demonize me to my daughter,
vindictive retaliation for what they’ll never be,
I send roses with a bad rhyme,
rosesarered, violetsareblue, somebodyspecial isthinkingofyou
from a Secret Admirer.
Blood is red, violence is true
I won’t be bested by a shrew.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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I stepped carefully around the corner, the familiar sights and sounds hitting me like a brick to the face. My eyes watered. I could practically see us, all of us, back then, clustered around the outdoor tables in front of the pizza shop, the bar, the coffee shop. I could smell the various stalls from the events we’d been to on this street. I could taste the churros and nachos.
By Phoenixica24a day ago in Fiction
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Not to read too much truth from a poem but whoever is bad mouthing you to your daughter is extremely low and honestly should not have access to your or anyone else's child.
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