Devils and Hells

Your hero is my villain,

It’s nothing personal;

Wish you could see people can be

Different things to other

People—

I didn’t mean to make you cry,

But you don’t seem to care about all

The tears I shed

Or the reasons why;

You only seem to care about the appearances

Of things or how people will judge

The things that tore apart my heart—

And your choice of words,

“did that really happen?”

When you asked about my miscarriage

Really wounded me inside,

Yes,

My life hasn’t been all rainbows and unicorns

Sometimes it’s been devils and hells.

Linda M. Crate

Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She is a two-time push cart nominee. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has six published chapbooks. She is also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018).

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