Scrapbook Elegy

A Poem

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did you realize you were drugged?
they asked in quiet whispers
all throughout the moors

and Kady, poor Kady,
shook her head
and mourned.

her head fell forward —
a winsome bow —
until tears leaked from their abyss.

please.
don’t ask me questions.
the words hung in the air, perched, warbling.

and in the break of a moment
the perpetrator walked free
through the gilded halls, relaxed.

she did not remember him —
but she didn’t need to, not then,
even though a piece of her called to someone

out there, out there, out there.

please.
the word hung in the air —
and she knew the villain in his own voice.

please,
please,
please.

crashing like waves
against her tomb.