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The scent of sin
still lingers
and the memory
remains like a
stubborn stain.
Now alone with her
own qualms, rocking
in the fetal position.
Naked and vulnerable
to the torment
that was sure to
find her once more.
Why...
why...
WHY?
They're all the same,
NONE are him.
Married, yes.
Father, yes.
Not hers.
No, still
not hers.
Her mother wasn't
good enough.
Their family wasn't
good enough.
Now she's not
good enough.
The scent
still lingers
the memory
still remains.
Naked and alone
the torment
finds her.
It was sure to.
Her own qualms,
his too.
Abandoned.
Cheated.
Still
not
good
enough.
Bio:
I'm from the United States and I began writing when I was in second grade and I haven't looked back. From that very first creative story assignment that we had 15 minutes to do, to editor on the school newspaper, to today.