Catch-22

She opens her eyes

It’s hollow yet still nice

Heavy rain pours

Freezing wind blows

No more sunny days

Can’t find better ways.

 

Clothes are shabby

Shoes are ratty

Gazing at the broken goblet

Crying with an empty pocket

Tangled and frizzy hair

It’s too much to bear.

 

That’s a catch-22

What’s a girl to do?

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