Murder of the Soul

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Her face is sunken in.

Her eyes are shadows.

Her mouth is a sealed tomb.

Her skin looks beaten to a sickly color.

 

She just lays there dead

almost.

 

A tear streams down her cheekbone.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

No, she’s obviously not.

She nods her head.

Why would she do that?

 

He continues,

killing her soul

softly.

 

  • Author: Elizabeth Eckert (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 5th, 2017 21:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: An unfortunate series of events that I've been through. A toxic relationship that I enabled for so long, but I'd never enable again. Things do get better and you can survive. Its not your fault.
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  • FredPeyer

    'Killing me softly with his song'....
    Nicely written, Liz, with a lot of emotion between the lines.



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