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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That raises some rather grisly spectres somehow…
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I promise I don’t do it intentionally but your prompts trigger my inner Poe..
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Nothing wrong with that 🙂
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Thanks for saying that. I try not to go that way but it just happens.
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The world needs both dark and light.
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I wish I was contributing to the light 🙂
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You can’t see the light except against the dark…so you are 🙂
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Hmm makes sense. Thank you 😊
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🙂
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Sad how her world turned out.
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Yep sad dark realities of life..
Thanks for stopping by 🙂
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