hearts pulverizing jabs
bleed out; struck & stabbed
spilled on concrete slabs
…stolen are her years
no love to give chance
scars & wounds lay lanced
left for dead in a silent trance
…drawing hot her tears
hiding sorrows face
dismissable, hurt & disgraced
unloved; tattered & stained lace
…dying is her atmosphere
she is art of masacara smears
His & Her words - internet liaisons / Their Days - Sam & Erin's story // EDC Shorts: six words - lines - poetry
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… she is art of masacara smears … a line I’ll not forget easily …
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Thank you E. I don’t know how I miss this comment ! Xoxo you’re good to me!
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I feel like this all evolved from that gorgeous title. I’m awed by it. It’s spectacular. Really evocative piece. Simply brilliant!!!
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C thank you for your sweet kindness. I appreciate you reading and commenting. It is good to hear others get what you’re writing. 😊😘
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I completely agree and it makes it so much easier when the writer is rather talented. I shall endeavour to keep commenting!!
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Thank you … so kind to me! ☀️
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…so very deserving! 💛🍍💛
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Hope California is being kind C!!!
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