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.
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Author:
Elizabeth Eckert (Pseudonym) (
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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Comments1
'Killing me softly with his song'....
Nicely written, Liz, with a lot of emotion between the lines.
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