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Untold Stories

She lay in the bath

Head under the water

Watched as the bubbles gathered at her mouth

Tormented mind

Tormented body

Skin still smelling of the Sea

Her bones wanted to be at ease

Her skin longed to be soft

Why does he torment her so?

If she could just allow herself to be free

Allow her mind to let go

Let go of all the thoughts

Water rippling

Skin peeling

Everything must end

Untold stories

Untold stories must end.

You were gone

Chased away by the dark night

The moon consumed you once again

She liked the taste of you

The tide would rise

Crash against the rocks in delight

Your body gone

The wreckage seen from the shore line

Poem by Emma Visca

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