Lemon McBettie
The crawl space was tiny that I crawled into.. without
a fuss..
ah, away from you..All because of
one day, That day had me
wrapped in scars of
anger, your anger...
And so now...
Tired eyes, as tired as they can
be...erased all tears, and,
I hide.and have for years, . under McBettie's
stairs....
poem by Linda Mary Rachel Haungs
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