The floor creaks
When she steps down
From the sheets
In her night gown
Spiders crawl
In the morning
Leaves fall
When it is pouring
She gets a call
To do the chores
Her heart stays alive
Though she pulled the chords
How long
will this go on
What is her prize
For not having what she wants.
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8/1 - 8/4/18 1:31p.m.
I only put it as a girl because the night gown part of the poem