it was plain to see, flying like a plane off her wooden stilts
there would be blood
there was no pain as the broken window pane sliced down beside her left eye
so much blood discombobulated her mother
tears took center stage, not the white t-shirt now stained dark red
the hysteria in the background so oscar worthy
a little girl watching the performance
not knowing yet there were deeper wounds created
years passed before mom and her chronic attention-whoring
got that so richly deserved smack-down
the girl, now a woman, didn’t clap, fawn or adore anymore
she just walked away
I Write Her 
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it grew she knew
looking at me
but do they see her
i doubt it
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Ach! This is so very sad and horrifying.
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It was.
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Wow! I hate blood and this was so vivid it made me squeamish to begin with! But then I loved the ending more. ❤️
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Sorry, didn’t mean to make you squeamish. Glad you enjoyed it though, Emine. 🙂
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Oh this is so sad, and real. Well done Susi.
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Thanks, Sadje. It was definitely that.
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You’re welcome 😉
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