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she laid out her palm
shaded a deep purple
like her beautiful dress
she had worn that night
she slid up her sleeve
to reveal
deathly white skin
almost as white
as his face
when he saw her
on that night
nothing to say
or do
just stare
she pulled her sleeve up
to her elbow
exposing
a red ring
patterned
with tiny scars
almost as red as
the blood that trickled
down his face
after she punched him
after he got what he deserved
she disappeared
into a sea of darkness
the unmistakably forsaken night.
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breathe ⇒ poetry
Poetryalexithymia (ah-lek-sah-THI-mee-ah) - inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. " the best poems are written in the early morning when all you can see is darkness and your eyes are filled with tears " [aesthetic poems, stories through p...
