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 She Will Never Come Back
I didn't know it then,
but my burden was light.
A halo of hair
that lit up the night.
A cupid bow smile,
and a shadow that caused
open-mouth stares
defying gravitational laws.
I carried my candle
a bit too proudly,
I guess.
So singed by their flames,
I take little pills
to douse the mess.
But you should know this,
I'm not confined
to the sewer
dear monsters
dear demons
dear done-too-much doers.
So,
sow elsewhere
your resume of hate.
So,
let me make it clearer,
never  again come nearer to my front gate.
You think
the gun's been fired?
You think
my outline's been chalked?
Just you wait,
you misters,
til I have talked.
I have dropped the halo.
Its color is charred black.
I'm no longer grinning
I will never come back.
 

Copyright August 2010
Melissa A Howells           MELOO Tilt-A-World       Yes, I made this.

I choose Cottonwood font for most of my poetry.
The cottonwood is a tree that is green wood, so it never burns, but smolders and smokes.
Anger can be a very useful, motivating emotion.



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