“It” was quiet
“It” was still
“It” was robbed every night
“It” stayed there
“It” said nothing
In the morning
“She” was sunken
“She” was emotionless
“She” was defenseless
“She” was quiet
“She” was still
The next night
“She” became “It”
For the “She” in her had left this world
Forever
Excellent Chloe. I liked the she/it transference
This is a very good realisation of the way some people treat others particularly women. I have known in my youth some men referring to a woman as it which quite frankly disgusted me then let alone now.
A great poem Chloe
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Chloé
Sun 29th Sep 2019 07:41
Thank you guys!