Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Captive

He held her in his arms while his razor sharp fingers caressed her cheek.


He held her captive with his words and when he spoke his breath formed into flames.


He put her in stupor of false ecstasy, and bellowed out laughter while her loved ones hurt over her demise.


Pleading and begging won’t bring her back, she’s under his spell.




                                     -Lisamarie-

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