Writing and Photography by Jeff E. Brown

Bette

Exiled from this space,

With its miles of convenience.

Processed-food dreams

Spin in her brain.

Late to the race,

She never stood a chance.

Laughter atop screams

As she slips down the drain.

jebrownwriter

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