Written by Emily Harstone | October 4, 2016
The arsenic would kill her soon…
He murdered her soul, she cried.
She smoked in cringing, damp fear.
Diluting his semen, somehow, empowered her.
just one more time…
Enjoyed her fags. Died of cancer.
And I knew; she was gone.
They will never know the truth.
Note to self; Need more Depends.
Does anybody see me or care?
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The arsenic would kill her soon…
He murdered her soul, she cried.
She smoked in cringing, damp fear.
Diluting his semen, somehow, empowered her.
just one more time…
Enjoyed her fags. Died of cancer.
And I knew; she was gone.
They will never know the truth.
Note to self; Need more Depends.
Does anybody see me or care?