What a helpless creature
That you may kill,
That you may scorn,
That you may hate
What a helpless spirit
That relies on you,
That trusts you,
That loves you
What a helpless heartbeat
That needs your warmth,
That craves your tender devotion,
That knows only the sound of your heart thumping along with theirs
What a helpless life
That has no voice,
That has no free will,
That has only you and nothing more
What a helpless body
That you may break,
That you may crush,
That you don’t care is fragile
What a helpless child
That you may kill
Simply because of your selfishness
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Emily Pierce
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The water seeped enticingly through the woman’s toes as she waited for night to fall and the moon to peek out from behind the dark gray clouds. Her dyed pink hair was slightly wet from the heavy mist that had descended on her way to the lake, but it was quickly drying from the heavy wind. She probably should return soon, but the moon was so beautiful at the lake, it was worth a possible soaking.
By Emily Pierce6 years ago in Criminal
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