Dvil’sh

There is a battle for the soul and it begins in the mind. 

She wrote with such vigor
erasing memories one word at a time.
Who knows how far she traveled
spanning many a moon.
Fate stood, a gleaming smile he wore
tossed into the sea,
she’s no longer seen anymore.
Her sorrow, she saw the day of her death
shared unequivocally* with the world,
her standing last breath.

*no strings attached

 

Poetry

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