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 © Josefina Costales | Year Posted 2015
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