Verses By Beordoon

Musings of a Maskuraid…

Tag: Guilt

VICTIMS

You,

You bred my heart to love,

A lot,

And for blood,

You taught my hands to lust,

In loss.

 

 

 

“HELLO…”(1)

The doctor dropped his silver colored stethoscope and sat down, an indication that he was finally through with his very thorough and lengthy examination. Next he gave me a clean bill of health and said we were free to go home. “Are you sure Bode? Are you sure nothing is wrong with her?” Doctor Bode smiled reassuringly, his well-manicured fingers splayed out on the table separating him from myself and Dad. “One hundred percent positive sir, nothing is wrong with your daughter, you can take More...

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