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Slow death

He bestows on me a cold smile,

though I plead for him to stay awhile

He strips me off my weak defenses.

I'm dying here in slow pieces.

 

Desperation steals my breath,

emptiness tucked in its sheath,

permeates slowly through all my senses.

I’m dying here in slow pieces.

 

I see derision in his eyes,

pitiless through my silent cries,

he walks away and leaves no traces.

I’m dying here in slow pieces.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 7/3/2015 6:39:00 AM
Aw dear...such fluidly painful write. Autobiographical or fiction, it's packed with emoiton! 7. hugs!
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Josefina Costales
Date: 7/3/2015 8:19:00 AM
Thanks Kim for reading - just fiction, but came from observation of someone else's pain
Date: 7/3/2015 1:41:00 AM
wow, this poem cuts. Josefina.. enjoyed reading your poem tonight **SKAT**
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Josefina Costales
Date: 7/3/2015 8:20:00 AM
appreciate your comment, thanks