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Tainted Love

Innocent once
playing with feathers
in a devil lair
innocent no more
she fell to the floor
inner demons galore
haunted by past lives
lost in her own little world
blank gaze meets your eyes
far off within her thoughts
mouth not frowning
but never a smile
lies roll of the tongue
not known to herself but heard by others
she was raised by tainted love
that life was a lie
she sees not a monster
but a parent within
plain for others to view
a feather she strokes
now knowing the hurts
smooth and soft
earned through a kill
not knowing what to do
cheek pressed to the ground
not able to move
paralyzed by knowledge
oh what shall she do?