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A Sad Misfortune
Some say, you can still see
The pain in her eyes
Even after all these years
She's been dead for so long
Her expression remains the same
As the day he killed her
The bruises still stain
Her beautifully pale skin
The crimson red river
That flowed from her wrist
Still appears on her flesh
So delicate and perfect
He slit her wrists
He watched her bleed
Then he beat her
Half to death
He hung her to dry
Like a simple painting
He acted as if
A mere toddler had created it
Her eyes open wide,
She still hangs in the forest
Untouched by nature
Such a sad misfortune
The pain in her eyes
Even after all these years
She's been dead for so long
Her expression remains the same
As the day he killed her
The bruises still stain
Her beautifully pale skin
The crimson red river
That flowed from her wrist
Still appears on her flesh
So delicate and perfect
He slit her wrists
He watched her bleed
Then he beat her
Half to death
He hung her to dry
Like a simple painting
He acted as if
A mere toddler had created it
Her eyes open wide,
She still hangs in the forest
Untouched by nature
Such a sad misfortune
Published 15th Nov 2011
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11th Dec 2011 5:14am
8th Jul 2012 6:29pm
This is great! I've been hitting the random button for the last 30 minutes or so and this only the second poem to make me stop and read again. Great, great stuff.
