Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie
Tears drops splashed on
my smart phone today
My smart phone remained silent
It didn’t have a word to say.
The thin ice
I walk upon
Has begun to crack
I don’t care. I keep on.
If I am submerged
I won’t float back.
Under the ice
escape will allude me
I will drift away from
The hole I fell through
I will not struggle as
my lungs fill with water
my heart washed of you.
Jeanne Marie
This is so sad.
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