In a window less cell.
Where the phone never rings.

No visitors here.
Hold myself dear.

The wind bleats as lamb.
Soft,virtually silent.

Only sound heard, rattling air-brick.
Still cold inside.

Lonely fool.
Sits waiting for endurance to call.

She doesn't need it.
He's just a *****.

He doesn't call.
Once he did.
She said she'd visit.

Only because she's bored.
Good Lord!

What is it that makes her hide inside.
Hide inside her heart that died.

Static she waits in her virtual box.

Watching the seconds dance over the clock.
Knowing all that he wants is a game with his ****.

Stuck In a vortex between love and hate.
Certainly not feeling great.

The height from where she fell was lowly.
He truly is not holy.

He lives where terra firma strokes the belly of the worm.
The worm wants her to stroke him.

Will F**k him but only with words!
She will not go.


By ladylivvi1

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