the unsung sufferer

we in vauxrose again bohs

this is NOT the same narrator as the last vauxrose prose [HA] but ill let you figure out the fuck’s going on here

emerald tears cascade down my face

i weep for what was lost but nothing had lost its place

far was i from the site of the war

safe was i from the pain of the pressure

so why do i feel the grief of a widow?

why, in the night’s sky, do i drop to my knees and wail?

upon my tower is where i sat when it struck

but i was far enough away, thank my luck

perhaps it was my selflessness that cursed me so

a hefty price to pay for a life to remain