The Simple LifeA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierThe Simple Life Cut in two pieces, she wears razorblades around her neck and wrists. A not so subtle warning. Bewildered; the crying stopped long ago, but the screaming never did. And she holds the world accountable, spitting through the syllables of simple conversation. Though that’s exactly what it’s not. Moving the air in and out with velocity and momentum, shouting fire without the heat, without the heart. Impatient, she breaks. And there is no one left to put her back together, again and again.
© 2011 Abigale LeCavalier |
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Added on May 6, 2011 Last Updated on May 6, 2011 Author
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