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She Fell

Bleak as september rain, She fell down the stairs.

“Fell, she fell,”

They repeat it in their heads over and over again

hoping that if he says it enough times it’ll be true.

Watercolor patches of dusty grey and blue cover her surface,

Dig deep down in the form of screams and tears.

“I ran, I tried,”

Her words are muffled and forgotten until she changes her statement.

"Oops I slipped,

I fell, I fell.”


Another bruise splits her smile in half like a gag.

Ashes scattered around the floor spell out a plea,

Save me,

But no one wants to deal with the pain she felt,

The pain she felt when she fell of course,

Her crying eyes so strong and unbearable.

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