Another place

another place

She is

 obsessed with


she may be put to die

looking back upon her childhood

having survived

being left in a dumpster

to cry.

She has flashbacks

when driving by another place

stops and looks inside

sees a broken guitar

that could play her a lullaby

she never heard

inside those steel walls.

She loves the wild

stands under midnight trees


the kitten she saved


for it’s mother

like she used to do.

Some say she is not right

but how would you see

a carton of milk

a rusty can

when you’ve seen them before


burying your screams.


burn baby burn

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