Posted in Prose, Relationships

She Kicked Me

To see if I were dead,

 

Not being satisfied

that roping and tying me

and dragging me behind

her Pick-up Truck

was enough,

 

My glassy eyes,

stared at no one,

but seeing her smirk

was worth reawakening

before I expired,

 

“That will teach you to bad-mouth Canada”……

she said, leaving no doubt in my mind

in my mind…..

 

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My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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