Soul
She wilts like the fading sun
Cascading her blackened hair
Smoothing of tethered tendrils
Patiently awaiting peace of night
A contest of fallow emotions
He parched an insipid response
Caressing her futile inclination
His extended shrapnel to heart
They cloistered sterile armament
Threatening; minds sliced apart
Confetti; depleted like snowflakes
Disembodied illusive sentiments
She rises a sterile victory
Insulated munitions to proclaim
Uninhibited; recluse of soul
His destruction...
.... sequestered injustice!
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