Shameful: A Spoon River Verse

You stood above me your hands touching absent letters in my nameless grave. Clearly, that’s how much you hate having me. Even a name, just a name, feels so expensive, so costly. With shameful smile you begin to cry for a soul you willingly let die. The heartbeat you created, is the same life you ended. Are… Continue reading Shameful: A Spoon River Verse