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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Ella


 

You and she

You killed her
Under the guise of love, you killed her
You were beardless despite Your age
She thought she had bloomed despite her petals
Hiding, in front of everyone's eyes
You killed her unknowingly
But You ate her body well aware
Of the sins You had committed
She didn't accept she was dead until
She saw the bruises on her arms
She felt humiliated
She felt like Your mother
She remembered what it was like
To be alive