3yrs ago
Trigger
Bitch
Witch
Sitting behind her desk
Pointing out all my insecurities
Without a glitch
I stammered
She remained calm
I stuttered
She supplied the balm
I cried
She caught my tears
In her palm
She nodded
Wrote in her book
She plotted
I loved her
I hated her
She was her
She was me
She
Telling me
Her tragic story
Drawing me in
Despite my resistance
To telling the sin
I ran from her 3yrs ago
My shadow
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