Lack of love and memory

by HollywoodSmile   Aug 30, 2007


Her day was fine
work; the same
she came home
nothing special planned
went to bed and died

his day was fine
work; the same
he came home
nothing special planned
went top bed and died

and as they died
their daughter cried
she had been ignored, unwanted
haunted, taunted
simply worthless

but she did not grieve them
she had killed them
they came home and said nothing to her
they gave her nothing
not even food

today;
was her birthday

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