Harsh, dry words
Line the barren land
No one comes near
To understand
~just judge~
Phrases and chorded connection
Lie beneath the surface, gathering infection
Bees and bugs are gone
Nothing living to attract
Whatever nectar they took
They ain't coming back
~sucking succubus~
Flying fortresses trying to snag a home
Leaving the victim to go it alone
Hard to believe life existed
Before the storm wiped her clean
Not one of those actions or words
Were intended to mean
~barbaric breathing~
What can be birthed without a placenta
A babbling baby with a continuous agenda
Never try to speak a truth
About the condition of her mind
She refuses to see the unbiblical chord
That is choking out her fantastical find
~magical menagerie~
Just waiting for freedom and fun to appear
Without the responsibility for leaving fear
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-10-2018
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