A deep affection for more

The woman sings:    
ďDonít leave your little girl in the wild, the sky is turning blackĒ †
Of loves torture and trauma in an elliptical South † †
Of pale skin exposed to a hellish Son †

Once her heart was signed in blood ink across a dotted line † †
It hurt † †
And it stunned a permanent mark upon her face † †

And so she hoarded comforting words †  
Of lingering beauty and deep pools for eyes † †
Rations to nurture poorly  
a malnourished † †
and abused vanity  
A hardening heart and hardened stone
† †
Her fingers found themselves † †
Grasping at tiny things † †
And disheveling all around her †  
what she thought was neat † †
and accordingly so †
To tidy it back up again might tip up her chin
 † †
A story heard: † †
A cobbler fixed a question mark heel to an aristocratic boot so that the Man in question, could walk above other Menís waste † †
† †
She prays night and day for the perfect pair of Devilís red stilettos
Written by Calamityofgin
Published | Edited 17th Feb 2021
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