Poem #13

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Helpless

Gone

Hopeless

Knives sit

The sun glints

The rain pelts

The arrow draws blood

The whip stings her back

The tears are shed

Her blood mixes

The waters rise

The doors slam

The footsteps fade away

The Windows shatter

Her breath held

As she begins

To drown in her

Blood laced

Tears

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