Woman Under a Spell – #writephoto

She sat in a forsaken cavern
Of the world bustling with puppets
Holding a knife by its blade
Smeared with the devils blood
As if the sharp edge softened in her hand
And felt nothing but a feather
Her senses frozen still
Under the spell of the exotic blade
Or was it the green blood
That had seeped into her existence
Through a measly gash in her wrinkled palm
Did her eyes burned and brimmed with tears
Did her lips quivered
By bolting a flood of pain inside her
Did her face reddened
Or ashened
Was she even breathing
Or she had turned into a stone wall
Just like her confines
She refuse to share her story
To the world,
She was just a woman under a spell..

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Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt

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