Dirty Wells

It happened to her one night

she never told a soul

she buried it deep

as it seeped to the surface

no matter how much she dug

the rain raised the tainted waters

overflowing over its mouth

people thought she was problematic

because of her erratic behavior

they hurled mud at her already stained soul

and hollow eyes, they drug her to the well

tossed her in and cover her over with compacted

red soil, the rich kind.

She died again that day, but rose that night

clawing nail by busted nail through the dirt, and rocks

they all had wronged her, now it was time to pay.

Nothing stays buried forever.

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