Sorry by Helen McKinney
she said she was sorry like she had a choice.
the universe smashes her fists into fate
twists the knife
our knuckles as white as your alabaster skin
in a cold and airless room.
Photo by João Jesus from Pexels
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she said she was sorry like she had a choice.
the universe smashes her fists into fate
twists the knife
our knuckles as white as your alabaster skin
in a cold and airless room.
Photo by João Jesus from Pexels