the suicide
cataclysm looming
a demon's fetid breath
would sever proud
mortality
by this most
hideous death.
saffron scarf
around her neck
from her head
a lock of hair
compassion said to
leave a note
in case somebody care.
beauty, rapture suddenly!
the nectar of content
no devil grasping scourge to flail
no putrid blood ferment
in her soul. but even tho
her body limply hung
somewhere in some room below
where she had died too young
her spirit took an upward turn
and heaven drank her in
so few know and fewer learn
there's no such thing
as sin.
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sweetfeed's challenge
cataclysm / rapture / loom / fetid / breath scarf / mortal / compassion / lock / grasp scourge / ferment / sever / beauty / limp saffron / nectar / head / hideous
By moon spirit
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