warning to a woman

Kristine Smith
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read

i cannot convey exactly how it felt
words could not possibly do that pain justice

but i can tell you-
it was a hot knife thrusted into my stomach
and turned

it was a car crash at 68 miles-an-hour into a four-story building

why did innocence have to die as the price of my neglect?

i can tell you, sister
it is losing all of your biddings to someone with a pair of aces
when you knew all you had was a jack and no tricks up your sleeve

makes you wonder why you ever gambled in the first place.

when a man takes your magic they only suck enough to get by and then lick the wounds.

but how many days until your well has run dry?

pilgrims cry over drought but don’t weep for the fact that is was self-inflicted in the first place.

sister, those tears i will shed for you.

Kristine Smith

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Poet and artist who studies the human brain and behavior.