Newborn

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The short story of a young woman turned against her will.

Submitted: April 20, 2017

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She was unequivocally breathtaking

Two parts flawless, one part damaged.

Like pumice stone, made to polish

But rough around the edges.

She had the hue of a lady who only saw the night

Yet longed to see the sun.

Polished two of ivory

Reflected danger in the moonlight

Her eyes red with the thirst of tomorrow.

She breathed in the sickly, sweet smell

Of the end of a chapter

Yet hers was just beginning.

The rhythmic pounding

On a drum made of flesh

Faded until there was no longer music.

Blood red lips on alabaster skin

Forever frozen in time.

Her past mere shadows

That crept into her mind

When the nights were cold and lonely.


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