The Other Woman (ACROSTIC)A Poem by KittyI picked a title out of a hat...There she was, Holding his hand - Evelyn was her name. Orange flames flickered in front of my eyes The rage building inside. Why Her and not me? Evil b***h, I hope she Rots in Hell… Why do I always end up being “the Other woman”? Mark my words As I screams this out loud - NEVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Copyright©josieWentzel19June2008
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