Story

April 12, 2010
By margierose GOLD, New York, New York
margierose GOLD, New York, New York
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Life hit her
Like a bullet in the dawn
setting fire to her perfumed room
and turning life into
a plaything

A girl who can't become invincible
isn't alive.
That's what she told me.

Life hit her
Like a bullet in the night
cooling sweetly into a foreboding sunset
and turning life into
a never-ending sleep

she's only half awake this time.
Sleep and rest are not the same.

Death hit her
like a shattered crystal jar
broken pieces of her past

shards her only company
she couldn't keep up
the world spun too fast for her


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