Friday, May 16, 2014

Her Stories

She told her stories and she had her dissenters, 
people who refused to believe that kind of evil existed, and others who knew their friend was not capable of such ugliness.
She told her stories and her heart broke with every sarcastic and unbelieving glance.
She told her stories when physical wounds had healed and proof of reality was far past her reach.
She told her stories to free herself and warn others
But she was crazy
And so they did not listen
She told her stories and lived them out in nightmares
She told her stories and begged God to protect her children from them.
She told her stories and no one listened
And by and by, they told their stories which were altogether her stories on repeat
They told their stories when physical wounds were not healed and proof of reality was possible

They told their stories and they had her stories to prove they were not crazy

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