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My Murderer

Lies,
All lies!
All about whom
I despise.

Guardian boils me not.
Another I'll hate
Until I rot.

Hair a natural hue of dirt,
Pretty purse,
Cute skirt.

Soul bitter and black,
Like molasses.
Shows what I lack.

Puts a silver strip,
Sticks it,
Across my lip.

I cannot fight back.
She dropped my heart,
And it did crack.

Bloody pieces hit the floor.
She's the one,
I least adore.

Big brown eyes filled with hate,
Slowed not
By my hysteric state.

Cold and cruel,
Crafting and malicious,
A massive tool.
Could she be anymore vicious?

Eats my flesh
With every sharp word.
Ideas mesh
To make me absurd.

She leaves me
Broken and sore,
But still I'm free,
Until she comes again 
And kills me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 3/28/2016 8:10:00 PM
Elsie Berg, great write. Love LINDA
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