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by Poet on the Piano Jul 24, 2021 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I greeted the dawn boldly, hoping to encounter a speck of joy in the first light. But, he cornered me, and I had the gall to defend myself. He showed me how cruel the day could become, my face rotting at his resurrected rage. That's what I get for opening my mouth, a handful of flies and maggots.