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The Sapphire Ashes
The Saphire Ashes.
Once a beauty,
Fulfilled her duty.
Loved, honoured, devoted,
Salty kisses coated.
His tongue lashes her bruises,
Twisted words falsely accuses.
Cruelty worse than burning blisters,
Marginalised her assisters.
Covers her in deadly kisses,
His fist rarely misses.
Cracked and broken parts,
Deserved by filthy tarts.
She glance...
Tuesday 24th July 2018 12:01 pm
The Sand Man
She could never get her hair to stay,
Even curled and covered in spray.
Yet now it's stuck and clings in waves,
Hidden deathly shallow graves.
Blood like wax holds lashes down,
Deathly beauty hides her frown,
Her sadness gone, her fear too,
Her twisted leg and broken shoe.
The chase was over, her killer won,
Smashed her face in, just for fun,
He posed her ...
Monday 30th January 2017 10:37 pm
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