Gatsby (Great Gatsby)

by Acacia   Mar 8, 2021


I saw her
She came closer and closer
Instead of stopping
I saw the determination
On Daisy's face
As she sped up
I saw the pure horror
On Myrtle's face
Hers was the face
Of the betrayed
The face of lost love
That face is engraved
In my mind
The crash repeated
Over and over
Late at night
When the sun makes way
For brutal truths

*Gatsby's perspective on Myrtle's death

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