I burned
my cursed diary
I buried
my broken heart
watched its fading beat
felt its pulse
under my tender feet
silver shovel deep
it’s a parading funeral
I can no longer keep
pigtails cut
weep
time for this woman
to claim her keep
blank pages wait
angels hold their breath
in midnight’s haste
~KendraLynn 2/9/19 ©
Photographer… still unknown.
Kendra Lynn 