Why Emmie?
Emmellia.
Pardon?
My name is Emmellia.
Today?
Always.
And who is Emmie?
Disdain
eyes cut sideways
stupid
rolls off of her
thoughts wend through air
touch
cold
side of snide
lips curled
she waits.
Petite.
Deadly.
Time and again
in this spot
sat
silent
words
battering rams
used to maim
pierce
cause pain
protection from others
hurt
before any can hurt me
philosophy.
They lay
silent
bullying attitude
whimpers
tears
fears
let her not near
moaned
before stuporred drugs take hold
nurses
somber
bets not paid…..
that is what you get
when you try to outfox
the psychopath
she grinned.
©Dec. 22/20
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The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
Wouldn’t want to meet her down a dark alley.
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Thank you. She is a slowly developing character. And right now this is what she is allowing me to see. She has been making an appearance in several poems in last bit so I put all of them into one Category. I am so happy you enjoyed. 🤓💜
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Yes, very good. I know what you mean about slowly developing characters. I have a couple in a book I am writing.
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Going to lock the doors. This is great.
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Thank you. She is a character that is developing. Even now has her own category. Very shy let me say until she decides she wants to speak. 🤓💜
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