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What lasts, or not

Tormented ,
Battered,
Challenged,
Almost dead;
Thats how she felt
as she wept and wept
For dreams lost
And the few she
Never met.
He smiled
And laughed
And smilrked
On her state;
Walked proud
Over her body
She never did matter,
Her naked body no more
gave him Pleasure.
It was not
Long before
That she willingly
Had shed her thoughts;
Of shame
Of guilt or sin,
Only to please
The one who
Did not love but prey.
It was never
In his eyes
Or his sweet talk
This betrayal;
She did not
Care for pain
Or the violation,
She only cried for
the moment she enjoyed.
It will not last
This shattered heart
Or even the hate
She nurtured;
Or maybe it will
And destroy it all,
Her spirit,her soul,
Her peace,her hold
on whats real, what not.
– nimue

Mistress of Hell

within the fires of hell,
souls screamed bitter blood,
the air a shade of darkness,
would pause and listen
for a breath that whispered
faith and parise of lord,
or dared to think of peace
in moments between punishments;

that one soul is her prize
to be broken again and again
with whatever means she like,
however long it takes,
there is just no escape
from her bottomless pit of desire,
where neither mortals survive,
nor gods dare to pass by.

that’s the kind of soul
lord sends to set her free
from the evil that shadows her,
to feed passionate fires
into her icy cold heart,
breaking past her words,
like hugs of a small child,
to make a seat in heaven,
she walked out aeons ago.

The “some one”

Photo Copyright: James Rainsford. Used with Permission.

The only name he smiled at,
the only eyes he looked for,
the very smile to flatter him,
the only girl he wished to live for –
today she remains in heart and mind,
a memory of a long-lost time.
From everything to some one special,
the transition happened without cause;
the face was never captured in photo,
it was meant to stay as a muse unknown.

Prompted @ Dverse Poetics (Image ) , OSI (transition ) , Sunday Scribblings ( whats the rest of the story )

She wished

 

She wanted not to cry,
but words forgot to flow,
she wanted to scream
but tears never stopped.

She wanted him to go
but never too far away
she wished it so bad
she held him so close.

She wanted to share
her unwritten songs
which echoed in spaces
she freed from her hopes.

she kissed his fingers
that marked her skin
and together they slept
weaving a new morning.

Justice

The she-demon was walking through the forest again. He,the dendrologist as people called him now;or the leaves reader as old ones referred to him,smiled as he sensed her close.  The tree fellers would fall.It was a time of rejoice, not panic. Finally justice would be done. He would again have lots of  friends to talk.

~

Inspired by alpha to Omega challenge , submitted to Friday flash 55

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