High Esteem

Drip drip.
The shards of the smashed clock.
Lay powdered on the deck of sighs.
Tick tock vanished.
Oblivious of moments spent.
Overtly obvious.

Eyes peeled as blood oranges.
After visit from assailants hands.
And still they drip.

She dropped to her knees in terrors distress.
It's off with her head in a field of regret.
In a misery of meaningless life.

She did die.
Truly she did.
Executed by her own well written lines,
AWOL,
Her high self-esteem!
By ladylivvi1

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