Crime scene Pantoum
Calling all poetry lovers!! Dark, revengeful… I’ve said enough.
He pulled me apart from my broken mind
My body became a crime scene, and I took flight
I signalled for help, but you were blind
You chose me as your flower while you were blight
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My body became a crime scene, and I took flight
You went into her bed, I died
You chose me as your flower while you were blight
You crave freedom, access denied
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You went into her bed, I died
My heart grew colder than the snow
You crave freedom, access denied
I have secrets that you don’t know
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My heart grew colder than the snow
Now you will never be enough
I have secrets that you don’t know
I won’t be there when times are rough
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My heart grew colder than the snow
I don’t check your phone anymore
I won’t be there when times are rough
No longer home, a caracore
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The good in me is not in them
But now you’ve lost more than a gem
You wanted them, as broken stem
And now you see them as like phlegm
A/N Thank you so much for reading ♥️🤗🙏🏽
About the Creator
Caitlin Charlton
Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.
A survivor reclaiming her territory.
I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.
Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠
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