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Who is she?
Who is she?
There she is again
wallowing in reckless shame.
In the dreary pit of her hell,
she is blinded by her tears.
Looking up to god for an answer
the cold acidic rain
sloshes in her open wounds
like a fish out of water
she is gasping, for one last breath
her heart, broken with pain
shutters with a stabbing beat
she rolls onto the ground
her hair covers her mouth
her wounded hands grap for some life
then fall motionlessly to the ground
destroyed by grief
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again, i love the images your words so perfectly create! how do you come up with the perfect descriptions like "shutters with a stabbing beat"? i love it!
Beautiful! I've never heard a prostate problem described so lovingly.