Time again for my #whatpainsyouproject –
a poem for an anonymous reader and their pain…
‘reason for redemption’
it dried quicker than her morals;
she reminds herself
that was a long time ago
loose and wild on the streets
thrown there; owned there.
now she’s got no time for writing
playing with her baby’s locks instead
curling them real slow round each finger
like she’s rewinding sins
one blond strand at a time.
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