Friday

She lifts her skirt up to her knees. Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing. I never learned to count my blessings, I chose instead to dwell in my disasters. I walk on down the hill, trough the grass, grown tall and brown and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain.

Well I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said " Do your best, destroy me. You see, I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you kind of bore med"


Ray

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