still grieving,
worried about her overdraft
she feels unsettled,
in need of a life raft
she’s drinkin’ too much
hours she spends, sleepin’
awakening to discover
in her dreams she’s been weepin’
tormented daily
by Satan’s inquisitor
all alone she longs
for someone to visit her
it’s been a week
since her mobile rang
& everyday she jumps
at the mail slot’s clang
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