At the peak of the crest
She’s tossed aside
Flung carelessly
Violently
Without regard
Against jagged rocks
And hollow crevices
Where life once teemed
With awe and discovery
Her battered body
Lies forsook
Bloodied and bruised
Lifeless and forgotten
Her daggered flesh
Barely responding
As the salty spray bites
Licking at her wounds
Washing away the evidence
Of a vindictive heart
And she gives up the fight
Succumbing to the void
As the tidepools shimmer
Beneath a forlorn moon
Her spirit at last
Drifting away
Soundlessly
Serenely
On the wisp of a thread
Life reclaimed
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Her Writing Haven 
so sad, like she was just thrown away!
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And I was lucky enough to find a picture that depicted the whole scene. I’m usually never that lucky! Lol… 😉
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Yes, it works perfectly. 🙂
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Oh this was so sad and wistful all at once – lovely
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Thank you so much 🙂
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A wondrously intriguing poem, the tragedies of love, what “Happens To The Heart”
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Thank you 💛
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