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| images courtesy of Ella Wilson |
This empty shell she called her home
She roams her hell after the gloam
Imprisoned within as a lover's possesion
"I am not free; my heart is chained
By jealousy, my love constrained."
By his hand she died after making confession.
submitted for Thursday Think Tank, #69, Haunted Houses, at Poets United
and In-form Poet: Tri-Coupled Sestet, at Poetic Bloomings
