New DayA Poem by the in betweeni don't know this is just a rough draft of me practicing to be more descriptive i guess.. with some of my own thoughts... hope my meaning can be understood. maybe notUsed up clay of molded day; water mixed with butter in a bowl of cheap plastic rubber. stirring and stirring with no avail, she digs deeper into the soft yellow butter and cries more and more. "maybe the butter could live to be my friend," she thinks shakily. "What was I suppose to do again?" she thinks.. oh yeah, birthday cake for the family... © 2011 the in betweenAuthor's Note
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