Despair

An angel came.

He knew not

Her true name.

Or perhaps he forgot.


She left him forsaken

With his money all taken.

The scent of despair

Hung in the air.


Another girl’s stilettoed feet

Are heard on the stair.

He asks her her name,

And she answers, “Despair”.

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Published on August 01, 2020 08:55
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