Elizabeth : Writing

Bones

Bones

A Poem by Elizabeth
Ovens

Ovens

A Poem by Elizabeth


There is no mystery here. He died. I didn't. Dogs to walk, milk to pour and my mundane life goes on.
David

David

A Poem by Elizabeth


He's dead and this is the best I could do.

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