All that’s left of me

Sitting here picking flowers

I whittle away the hours

Another day of dusk till dawn

Restless sleep and waking yawns

Reaching for what is not there

Nothing to hold, you left me bare.

So I sit at night on grass and dew

Trying not to cry and stew

As I hide here in the dark

Waiting for death to hit his mark

Change this setting, change the sun

This realism is a bullet in the gun.

About Teresa Little

A writer by nature, Teresa Little spends her free time working with words. Her current works in progress are Ring Around the Rosie with a publication date slated for 2018 and the Sisterhood Series. Finicky Eater, about a rather cranky suicidal vampire named Kasha is on hold.

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