She left the same way she came, through the back door. You had her laying on bare cold tiles. I looked in the mirror, grabbed my hair, shed a tear and cursed my reflection. I sent you out, the same way she left. I took you out daily from my skin Leaving nothing of you on me, I was bare. I found my own skin I left abandoned in a pile of dirt. I made her beautiful.
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You know already, I'm ijeoma. I read everything literature and this blog is here to keep you up to speed with the literary world. And yes, I write too, enjoy!