I was beautiful and bloated,
a cold case, lost in the Mississippi
and made friends with weeds and reeds,
common cattails,
as I wove them into pretty crowns.
I liked the idea of you
much more than the actuality;
but you killed idealism
with a kitchen knife.
I suppose I should have believed you
when you said you prefer realism.







!!! you never cease to amaze me. this is pure brilliance hun
genius!! 



oh dear....i read this and i can't believe you think my poem is sad..lol..this is like an epic tragedy! i think of suicide..hmm..i also think of autopsy...chilling..haunting..wonderfully done

haha
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