each new detail they give me
puts an image in my head
and i’m piecing them together
like a mr. potato head

and i’m trying to ignore
the impending completed scene
as it plays out like a movie
or a really bad dream

the more that i know
the more helpless i feel
it leaves invisible wounds
that may never heal

because she was cheated
she was wronged
she was robbed
of her dreams
of her future
of her life
as she sobbed


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