Excavation Site
Cracked
Dead
What is there to replenish such hopelessness?
To shake this black soul back to life
My heart
remains an ugly scar upon this Earth
Savagely ravaged
mined
by every conqueror who saw
fit to scrape all things beautiful
into their greedy slimy buckets.
I had
so
much
to
give.
I freely flung open the gates with ecstasy
Awaiting my happily ever after
But alas, dear Alice,
that is where all the good little girls go.
What made you think you could
join them?
What made you think you were
“good” enough?