It's So Wrong

Like a drug store cassette

I was blank, mummified

‘til, like resurrection rites,

I had a story etched into me.

And it’s so wrong

I can feel it breaking me,

But I keep on playing out

keep selling out 

the glory of school-girl dreams.

It’s a solemn tune

And I keep slipping 

a few millimeters behind

society’s march 

to stay just a day ahead of 

hope’s suicide.


Veronica Russell

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