Friday, 7 March 2014
We Don't ....
" This post is for Write Tribe ...Day 6 ...55 Fiction "
She stormed out of the room blabbering everything that crossed her mind
They don’t bother about me, they don’t think about me ,they can’t even understand what I want
You know what Mom …you just don’t care
Ya…we don’t ….that’s why we picked you up from those thorny bushes decades ago... she mumbled to herself
Get lost , In me... Forgetting, The pain, Forgetting, The spree... The sand, The skies The gravel The pebbles, It’s y...