A Lie

A Lie

A Poem by w
"

The truth doesn't always set you free

"

She was fifteen and pregnant.

He was twenty and screwed


because she told him

it was his

since she didn't 

want anyone to know

it was her

daddy's.

© 2012 w


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I did not expect the ending. Well done for surprising me.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

dam that was a twisted ending. Well done

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

abrupt twist of an end. it resonates

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Holy crap, that was quite an ending. Well done and a little scary.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

w

12 Years Ago

Thank you very much.
Short. Nice ending. Good write

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Direct and dark. Excellent as usual.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very raw!! Great write :))

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

because/because repeats. The ending is so gruesome and I just ate. Thanks. It's great.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

w

12 Years Ago

Changed. Didn't even notice it.
Laura Maidah

12 Years Ago

I like "since". Works.
w

12 Years Ago

I am glad I have your approval.
Very true. Horrible things people do... well written though.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raw and powerful as usual.. you have a way of bringing that raw truth to light.. xo

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on July 10, 2012
Last Updated on July 11, 2012
Tags: incest, pregnant, teen pregnancy

Author

w
w

Cincinnati, OH



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I climb inside my mind through the windows to the soul that I sold for a kiss in the fourth grade. I write about the adventures I have in my schizophrenic mind and the scars that my past has left. .. more..

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