Her final Cry

Painted are the tears
lying on her face
created by all the fears
of which were disguised in lace.


Misguided her heart was
lead towards a fateful direction
her life held on pause
seeming to find no correction.


Standing on the window sill
she looked down with her searching eyes an empty stare
As she jumped they found great amusement as she took her final breath of air

She was nothing more than a hallow quill on the end of the fowl.





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