No tears could she cry,
A wailing, sigh,
The bitter cold,
An icy blast,
The intense emotions,
Of her recent past.
The memories of,
The watery deep,
Gasping for air,
Being held underneath.
As those murderous hands,
Clasped her throat,
Drowning her fears,
As he’d laughingly gloat. ~Seaopal
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