She winced and groveled,
but you could not diminish her zeal.
Things were said, felt & gesticulated
through the rain which she hoped would never end.
The disheveled appearance after the underplayed belittlement
only made for more inward exhilarant.
She takes the barbs,
welcomes the accusations because in the blatant end. . .
SHE WILL DANCE ON YOUR GRAVE WEARING NOTHING BUT
STILETTOS & RAIN.
J.M.
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