Forgotten Daughter

I’m a rag doll

with deteriorating veins

Melancholy is my

vodka guzzling down

my parched throat

Second prize

is sewn to my

invisible forehead

I’m a lost princess

craving love and affection

Bleakness is the name

of my withering perfume

I stumble between sister Abigail

and Thanksgiving leftovers

the color of my eyes

has only seen mourning grey

and the slamming of doors

I write in my black

and white diary

In cursive you will see it

labeled as the forgotten daughter

*Petoilin has asked me to use this title


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