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The Dead Girl
a Poem
You found her there
You found me there
Hollowed out, empty and bare.
Except for the flies.
Vacant eyes and
Starless gaze.
The shine was gone
The sheen disappeared
The glimmer lost
But you had hope.
You saw the gleam.
You saw the spark.
And took the chance.
She was brushed off and
Propped up.
I was brought back from the dead
And with all but a
Subtle contact
A rush of blood flooded the
Cheeks.
All was pale, except for her
Fingertips which were etched
With eagerness
I felt the warmth of you, bestowed upon me
Starting from the lips and
Cascading outwards
And
All throughout me
She gave you her trust
She indebted her soul
And you greedily took it
Of course motives were slight at first.
Subtle from the start.
Not a clue or hint in the direction of deceit and wrongdoing.
All was well
For a fortnight or two.
Love seemed endless and
Shadows stayed at bay
They let me be and the iron clad grips they had on me
Had been
Abandoned and kept away.
But even in the presence of light
There's a corner of dark.
The sides overlapping and causing a shadow.
It creeps slowly and takes over
And soon you're left in
The dark.
This shadow left her alone
But leapt for him.
It ate him up and took his soul
And with it, it took hers as well.
And that's when all turned south.
For the color drained and warmth faded
And he left her just as he had found her
She was no longer
THE girl
I was dead girl.
j.s.l.
***
After much pestering my "chupe rustam" friend whom you all may know as -Jazzy- or just Jazz wrote me something. It's too beautiful to not be shared. I thank her for sharing her talent with me, I feel special. It would be insulting to this piece of poetry and art in general if I wasn't out there to be appreciated.
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