Conviction mocked her
As her heart laid bare
While revenge and malice
Caught her unaware
The dagger gleamed brightly
Profuse sweat matting her hair
And the blade slid easily
Through a heart that wasn’t there
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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Well said ❤️
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Oh WOWZA, powerfully good–echoes my fantasy (oops, probably shouldn’t have admitted that 🙂 ).
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Lol… 🙂
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Oh, yes I really like this. So murderous yet so relatable.
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Glad you liked it. 😉 And that’s the beauty in writing, isn’t it? We can voice our grim desires, and yet nobody actually ever gets hurt. Lol…. 😉
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