Written by Anon
She was out of time and patience,
luck and breath
all the things she thought wouldn’t leave
her ‘till death
//God had granted a lifetime supply of
Starvation, temptation
Drove her to the brink of fear
Stripped her of things
she held dear
Out of sheer isncjsncidncsn
Becoming something others would rather avoid
A void
A pressure
Held her against the ground
She fights back, she stands
But rather painfully and awkwardly
She waits for four years to pass
Her father is a fisherman
“Patience” is a word she grew up with
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