Poetry

Breadcrumbs; Questions, Series 5

As she sat down,
staring at his keys in the door,
she asked herself how she got here,
how she sacrificed too much of herself,
to the point that she didn’t know the girl that stares back at her in the mirror every morning.
As she drowned out his loud chauvinistic tone
smeared with lies and excuses,
she questioned how much of herself she lost,
like birds helping themselves to breadcrumbs on the side of the road;
she questioned,
If he too had devoured those lost parts of her,
And maybe if she looked closely,
She would find them at the back of his throat
Breadcrumbs; Questions, Series 5

Winifred M N (wyneebob)

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