December 16, 2022 By Thokozile James AbuseAfflictionAll WorkFavouritesFeaturedHealingLatestNewPoetryReflection Worn She was a muse In the hands of those Who handled her poorly Who built castles in the sky Upon her shattered smile With the fractured pieces of her heart Without regard for her unguarded while To devour her like used rags And recycled paper “SHE WAS A MUSE IN THE HANDS OF THOSE WHO HANDLED HER POORLY” Share
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