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The fog

  • Emma B. Spears
  • Aug 27
  • 1 min read

The fog almost ate me alive

Couldn’t see past your touch

Couldn’t get your abuse of of my head

Calling a nineteen year old girl weak?

The fog almost ate me alive

Not old enough to drink

Rent a hotel room

Not old enough to be treated like that

That fog clogged my lungs

Almost swallowed me alive

Thank god for poetry!

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