In Their ImageA Poem by troublewalksSara was a gorgeous sweet woman With a knack for making life harder than it needed to be She had a way of segmenting portions of life apart from one another Living in extremes and she knew how to be extreme So one night she sniffed snow that matched the frigid night Locked herself inside a closet Called her mother And finally opened up her mind to the world …she just did it with a gun So they reconstructed her head They closed her off again and stuffed her head with the tissue paper expectations that they had always gifted her so that even in death she was formed in the image that they needed to see © 2017 troublewalksReviews
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