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Red Handed

 

It was not her intention to get caught but she wanted to

No, she did not. She simply did not care

Life never meant much to the ones who were like her

Society’s castaways were meant to be cast away

 

When she felt the warmth of him on her hands, it pleased her

It was the only thing that did

She enjoyed taking his heart, away, in a way, that many did hers

She was rebelling, and it felt good

 

The look of horror in his eyes as her delicate hands delved

Into a sweet treasures that she should not enjoy

Far beyond areas she should never venture, or so the man thought

He was startled and she was pleased

 

Oh how the tables turned

Along with his head,she took everything that was hers and everything  that could be taken

It did not matter much what her punishment would be for life had given her enough

And she had no choice but to take it all

 

She dug her hands further, and the liquid spilled

It was only her tears and not what she had hoped

Not the life escaping his body, just her hope withering away

She was not strong enough

 

To pick up the knife and end his life

She could not end something that pained her heart because she loved it dearly

Who would hurt her so beautifully as him?

No  one, so she let him live so she would not have to journey alone

 

If she ended him she would end herself too

Her reputation was tarnished while he still existed

Her lover would be shamed

And her love would die  like the flower held up to too much light

-Marri Belle heart


 

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