The Loss

Sat, 04/01/2017 - 22:42 -- MonaEva

Meek.

Shy.

Eyes cast downward.

Cringe. 

Flinch.

Hide the bruises.

Break. 

Fling.

Leave a Note.

Cry.

Die.

A small, pink cloak.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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