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Like None of It Happened
It all began when she decanted the bottle
And spilling it all over her favorite white dress.
She has lost her control and foot on the throttle.
Mascara running down her face, leaving a mess
Of tears and humiliation behind. She could no
Longer become the strong woman her mama
Raised her to be and always taught to go slow.
She is no stranger to being left behind or trauma
From the heart that bleeds out like crimson wine.
She is feeling free walking along the train track,
Her spirit and calloused hands that intertwine
With the chained fence. Everything feeling black,
But suddenly wishing she could put the cork back.
And spilling it all over her favorite white dress.
She has lost her control and foot on the throttle.
Mascara running down her face, leaving a mess
Of tears and humiliation behind. She could no
Longer become the strong woman her mama
Raised her to be and always taught to go slow.
She is no stranger to being left behind or trauma
From the heart that bleeds out like crimson wine.
She is feeling free walking along the train track,
Her spirit and calloused hands that intertwine
With the chained fence. Everything feeling black,
But suddenly wishing she could put the cork back.
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