I knew she didn't want to take me with her
I was very clinical in my request
We were loud and boisterous in our discussion
Plying her with chocolates and Martini and Rossi Asti Spumante
It would have been so bad to stay with Father not Mother
Nothing but truth was spoken
So glad I said yes
Yes to leaving my home
Yes to a new step-father in prison
April 17, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Sixteen prompt: write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie.
Mirror poem to NaPoWriMo #16 "No".
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's seventeenth entry "Fish From The Sky".
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's seventeenth entry "Fish From The Sky".
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