Olha, The Ballerina of Glasgow.A Poem by Cahjli SymesThe feel good poem the whole family can enjoy. :) 1983.Broken legs with brittle bones. Forced down to bleed on the dirty floor.
She loads her gun and counts to ten. She's feeling so empty, her face is blood red.
The room is damp crimson, the smell reminiscent. Bullets pierce right through as her mag was missing.
She owed 40k to harsh Moscow thugs, who put blades through the lungs of her child just for drugs.
Just for coke, now a joke. Her mind now on the corner. Little did she know it was her husband that shot her. -Ivan Tarkovsky. June 6th, 1984. © 2016 Cahjli SymesAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on July 18, 2015 Last Updated on November 19, 2016 AuthorCahjli SymesCloud City, FLAboutHi my name is Cahjli and I write poems,screenplays and lyrics. Hope you enjoy :D more..Writing
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