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Miss Grim Jan 2016
Her patience evaporated like a drought.
Fire raged from her lips and poured out her mouth
Volcanic emotions cease to be contained
The sky turned dark and smoldered with pain
Whispered words from turtle doves
Ugly little push an shove
Slaughtered hope is on her face
Wounded heart with no embrace
The sparkle retreats from her eyes
The hole created when stars die.
A Void in an empty space
Bitter words with after taste
Wash it away with the ocean tide
And drift away with no goodbyes.

— The End —