They expected an alcoholic beverage, a suicide,
a drug, or some form of senseless anorexia
to be injected into you.
You scoffed at all their prisons
and dived into a pool of shared solitude.
Then they ignored your plight,
derided your intuition,
responded to the questions with unsettled glee,
but long after you left,
they gathered all your gems
and turned them into cash.
Julia Hones had her works published in various literary journals and anthologies. She believes that healing Mother Nature is the path to progress. To learn more about her writing and published material visit https://juliahoneswritinglife.blogspot.com