i still think about her,
the girl across the street,
always humming
to the basket full of laundry
resting on her hips.
in between the notes
the echo sang back:
comparison piece.
hatred simmered in our veins,
each pulse a reminder
of a childhood nearing its end,
until this foolish girl,
skin marked by her shame,
every inch a silent judgement,
became a cautionary tale.
i still think about her,
how her voice vanished,
slipped through the fabric of dusk
and we only caught glimpses
of who she once was —
and sometimes
i wonder who she’s become.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 10:06 AM UTC
i still think about her,
the girl across the street,
always humming
to the basket full of laundry
resting on her hips.
in between the notes
the echo sang back:
comparison piece.
hatred simmered in our veins,
each pulse a reminder
of a childhood nearing its end,
until this foolish girl,
skin marked by her shame,
every inch a silent judgement,
became a cautionary tale.
i still think about her,
how her voice vanished,
slipped through the fabric of dusk
and we only caught glimpses
of who she once was —
and sometimes
i wonder who she’s become.
this one is about the neighbour girl.
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