I stood Bleeding out Looking at the nothing in the mirror When the final battle ended. You said it started when I stopped wearing my hair down gained the F r e s h m a n f i f t e e n bit my nails too short and started drinking. You said it started because I had a bad ATTITUDE lacked RESPECT REJECTED those who loved me and DISMISSED GODLY WISDOM! Losing was easy. Surrendering wasn't. What I didn't say was you’re not worth the fight. I stopped loving you when you threatened to KILL ME! during the Battle of Central Square. The tide turned at Charles The River. It was Independence Day and when the fireworks ended you told everyone to leave me because I was CRAZY! Frog Pond--Park Station--and a pay phone--were my allies that night. I survived and surrendered at Frye Island. I never saw you again. It was a long time until I saw myself again.
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This post was inspired by the Daily Post’s Weekly Writing Challenge: Playing With Space.