She had a black heart,
Black as coal.
Cold as a moonless winter.
Wrapped it around her victims,
Strangled them left them for dead.
But they rose up
Sent her an evil lover
To wrap his dark mind around hers,
Rip out what was left of her black heart.
and he left her as a voiceless puddle,
Slowly oozing into the sewer.
Such are the rewards of such a heart.
Guard yourself well
Before you join her.
By Gale A. Molinari
Sharing my views on just about everything that enters my mind. Fasten your seatbelts it is going to be a bumpy ride. I am just a lady of a certain age somewhere between the dinosaurs and stalactites. Musing over lessons learned and sharing those with others. I really am interested in your views on what I write so fire away and thank you for taking the time to check out my blog.
this is my poetry blog perhaps you would enjoy that too!!
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Remind me not to cross you.
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You? Never! Besides it is only poetry.