Monday, May 25, 2020

She


Bathed in blood, she stood there, 
with fire in eyes and haft in arms.
She pierced the heart, 
which sold her soul. 
She snipped the arms, 
which hold her tight. 
She broke the legs, 
which looted her guts. 
Bathed in blood, she stood there, 
with warning in her arms for the staring eyes. 

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