a poem by Anita Smith
She puts on the red dress
To remind herself of the anguish.
She wears it daily.
Even sleeping in it,
In order to dream about the agony
That surrounds her.
It reminds of the bloody mess she is
And the broken bodies of past lovers
That disposed of her soul
As if she never mattered.
She wanted to live in the pain
So that she would not make that mistake once again.
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