"Jeneration III" By Jen C.

 
 
Sunday, 1 a.m.

I cried myself to sleep
as you turned your back
eyes closed, ears impervious
to my muffled sobs

disgusted,
you spat out
"pathetic"

I blew my nose
and imagined
my mascara-streaked face

and
I believed you
______________
 

©Jen C.


 
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