Tears neatly folded in a faded
tissue napkin memorizing each
fiber of these thin walls with
stained dreams and ripped egos –
no comfort for these creases;
no time to allow these wrinkles
to straighten out the crazy patterns
she was used to juggle with one hand,
now alone in a bar with her smudged
mascara, she threw the tears away
not remembering that she was the
folded one…she is the wasted one.
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This is depressing, but good.
I pictured a washed up star in a bar, forgotten- but that was just me. Great job and good luck.
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