Spinster wheeling it like it is
battered and bruised from
years of deception
claustrophobic from years of angst
shattered down the spine
eeking out a trivial existance
left in the dust
reality exists in yesterdays
half-heartedly gives up on faith
only to realize
she never had it
times were never happy
only agony and defeat
at the hands of a man
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