Her Love; and Her Death
by Diederik Rask
Copyright© 2019 by Diederik Rask
Poem Story: A short poem about abuse.
Tags: Heterosexual True Story
But, he loves me!
“He didn’t mean to hurt me.
“He said he was sorry,
he even bought me a new dress.”
That had been the last time we spoke.
Now, I gaze down upon the beauty,
where she lay in repose so innocent and pure.
Resting peacefully awaiting her family and friends.
Her makeup applied with artistic perfection;
Lips a deliciously lickable wet looking red.
With cheeks highlighted in soft relief,
While her eyes are shaded blue and gold.
He tore her from us with violence and hate.
I smile knowing he did not get away.
That is but a small measure of joy.
Tomorrow we bury her, this once brightly burning light.
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