Poems from AbbieGabrie
She lies on her neatly made bed.
The fibers clinging tight to the pores of her skin.
Tears caress her soft profile down to her cracked lips...
You casted me out like Lucifer,
A father—casting me out to die, ...
It Is My Fault
I’m not supposed to fear men.
I shouldn’t be wearing black lacy underwear, it is my fault.
I can’t powder my nose with too...
Your eyes turn into dark pools of anger
Bold black eyes seeping into my soul
Dissatisfied with my answer, no.
Each time I call out, they...
You crumpled me like a paper you second guessed.
I am scratched out words written in black, dark ink.
I demand to be read,
But no one will...