She is marked
Bore with scars
Her thumbs cut off
An eye blinded
She weeps all night
A severe fever
I linger
We linger
Awaiting her passing
She should return
Rejected by her clique
Her cords is cut
My punishment
My blessing
She is taken
In shelter of silence
To be buried
Her heart is mine-
To swallow
She is the fifth
The harbinger of bleak
The cuticles my mien
The torments must shield
A shed a barren
Forlorn
The slumber my psyche
Begotten to bane
Hem in– suffocate
By unknown sorcery
The oracles plea
To show no grieve
And curse should wane
But I can’t
Not to mourn a child
I shall grieve
I shall disobey
I shall mourn
To hold back
I shall
As she is defiled
Scared from-
Shown torments
That waits
Her return
But she comes
Undaunted
Stronger
Weeping
To fill the ventricle
Struggling
To stay
But whence
She goes
As those before
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