Socksshe was so quiet

I was glad her hands weren’t in that weird way

that churchy across the chest way

the way they are in movies


we asked that they go light on the makeup

it was hard not to notice

the bruises and scrapes they covered up

I assumed she got those marks from falls


I never understood why he chose that girly shirt

the one with the ruffly collar

she never would have worn it

I’m sure she liked the look

but the tag was still on it

when he picked it out of the closet

there were several things in her closet

with the tags still on them

I think it made him happy though

rituals of death are for the living


I asked if we were going to get her shoes

he said no

no one would see them

while she was in that box

I couldn’t stand her not having socks

I didn’t want her feet to get cold


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About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion


Lgbtq, Poetry, Uncategorized


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