Myrtle (Great Gatsby)

by Acacia   Mar 8, 2021


The big yellow car
Came closer and closer
Tom
At the wheel
I don't know what came over me
When I ran into the street
I just wanted him to stop
To throw his arms around me
And invite me in
There I stood
Waiting
But the car just
Kept coming
By the time I realized
It was too late
Too late
For me to forgive him
My raspy breath
Gone

*Myrtle's perspective on her own death

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