Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Garbage .... A Short Story

So he left, and she's left all alone
She bumps and bounces
Turning in vicious circles
She's free, she thinks
Free in a trap designed by her own mind
Little did she know
That snakes are sometimes poisonous
She pretends to be careful
She thinks she's got it all figured out
He knew her worth, and she knew
No one else would know her worth
She reduces herself
Loses whatever is left of respect
Snakes surround her
Turning their bodies around hers
She starts to feel uneasy, but it's too late
The poison spreads

And before she knows it
She's back to where he picked her up
A sorry excuse of a life.

And only trash belongs in the garbage.

Limp Bizkit - No Sex

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