Inspiration: That feeling when something that's been troubling you won't go away.
Word: Linger
So the linger of her teardrops,
wouldn't melt away.
They sat heavily on her-
swadling her
in array of lone feelings
and mis-managed dealings.
She hadn't figured it out yet,
she didn't know what this thing was about yet.
Lost and confused,
she let it weigh on her-
it stripped her name from her.
She became a prisoner to it
lost to it,
didn't have enough soul to run from it.
The lost one couldn't fight it,
it bit at her
continuously
rapidly,
happily, because she was clueless-
had no idea how to stop it.
She then became about it.
She allowed herself to return to it.
So it was no longer a linger
but it was her, she was it.
So she let her body decompose
as it.
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