Every day of the week is the same as today.
I had light , had joy
but now my blood is thirsty for craze.
So tired of beeing good girl for months,
years, decades.
I'll smash blue glass on my path
and will go different way.
tomorrow everyone will forget me
and it is good
I'll start my life anew
in a country house
surrounded by hungry wolves.
Every day of the week
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2017
Свидетельство о публикации №117022800027
Свидетельство о публикации №117022800027
Рецензии