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Sep 2019
she’s been diminished to ashes
all the cathedrals that been erected now
have burned to the ground from the
raging war and the arms that held her have been

torn off. This woman’s face full of
****** tears from crying into the crevices
for ten years. Now she’s descending into
an alcoholic black hole of broken bones,

skulls and squid – that **** the life of one who had
wanted to live. Leaving a gaping ****** stern
and cold. This painted vestibule is in tinted eighteen
karat gold. Others can sit and watch, watch and

wait for the viper stripper snake. Some will
applaud, others will spurn. But in your eyes, there is
neither fire nor ice. Maybe because you sacrificed
too much for her. You felt the fangs –

her poison kiss. When you pushed the mercury
to the limit it leaked. They’re sure to bite you
if you give them teeth.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
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   Rickie Louis
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