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It stays inside
Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath she burns wondering if it's her or the demons inside that yearn
one by one she takes your crimes inside leaving her weak insight,
she now coveres her sight to the beauty outside,
And when she can't bare the pain she dies a little inside,
She calls out for help but its kept inside cause sees no rescue insight,
she says "maybe it's better I died"
but maybe its because she never tries.
#inspirstionfromtheheart
#writco
#WritcoPoemPrompt19
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