Plagued Maid Poem by Wamii Flyer

Plagued Maid

Her skin white as milk
Dressed up in silk

She too was caught
In this disease, so abrupt

Sweet cherry blood
Seeping through her smile like a flash flood

Each sentence followed by a wheeze
Even tons of reassurance couldn't put her at ease

In her eyes, she knew
That her life was long overdue

''I'll search for you in the afterlife, I promise.''

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