He left her on read.

Her heart bled,


flesh cut fresh by a blade.

Her innocence was misled

when he said, you shall follow my your lead.

He instead made her mend his need.

She didn’t think, she would be a slave, made for him to trade.

He was a dudeeeeeeee….

This dude didn’t care to fade from anyone’s memories not Freda’s in this case.

ntracylinda 🌹

Published by ntracylinda

I'm an imaginative situational writer. I'm TL And I often identify with Roses.

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