Stench III

She was stilled by it….

“Those unrelenting  loathsome tendrils that caressed her so,

etching themselves on and under her skin,

like the lustful fingers of her lover.

Skilled…

Purposeful

The tragedy laden words

 dove beneath the surface ever so freely,

Claiming her frivolous existence


Words that whispered untrue things,

so severe were the words

till her knees quaked from the temerity of it all”

(A.k15)

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