A wilted flower nesting in a pot with decay from the mildew floor, petals falling swiftly brushed away out of sight
Detertiated rooms inside the heart, God knocking on one Satan on the other. Whom would she give the pleasure of their company. One had a key, the other a bottle. Like a newborn nursing baby the bottle was all she could see. Give, give, give it to me
Fallen out of the sky line in the dark of the night. A phenomenon of sorts no one could make out what took place. They could make out a huge divet in the cavernous ground but no sign of life
Quicksand in her jungles ruins there was no escape for her body was sinking in the vastness of grit strangled in its grip
A spiral staircase steep it lacking rails to help in her incline. Haze filled eyes. Tripping, falling, sliding to the cement. Blood spilled body below. Another outlined silhouette, the crime scene investigators waiting on the autopsy. They had just been in wait for this show for her they knew all to well
Desperation was her navigation course. Compass had no bearings. North, South, East, or West she did not care. Just proceeded to walk in her alcoholic stare. Did anybody care
Wet slippery slant gaunt with binging, no hinge could tighten her down. One screw too many missing, singing happy in her dismay. She was lost, she had long checked out. The spout filled with its poison was her new best friend. They would die hand in hand. Bodies too decomposed to tell the story
Praise God she is no longer transfixed in this world dimension God threw the rock on her and helped her hand to heaven
Beautifully written💚
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Thank you for your kind words. Came in five minutes. I have a lot to bleed my soul, in healing!! I love to write ❤
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Don’t you love when the words just pour out effortlessly!☺️
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Indeed I do ❤
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