What more is there to write about?

Write more about me, he urges

A fury deep within her surges

She yells out

What more is there to write about?

*

He fought and lost and savagely slurred

She used up all her lovely words

She cries when she can no longer shout

What more is there to write about?

*

His promises turn to vapor

She refuses to put pen to paper

In fear of the truth leaking out

Something she can’t write about

*

She sometimes loves him when she’s sleeping

And dreams that there’s no secret-keeping

Her morning coffee tastes of doubt

What more is there to write about?

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