day thirteen

Date: 13-01-16

The Death They Never Saw

The blood drips down the ceiling 
Thick, dark blotches scarring the carpet 
As the world hangs, upside down 
To the girl who saw it straight.

She thought she could make it through 
To the end of what she believed
But circumstances conveniently stopped her 
Set by those who never wanted her.

And now she hangs like a doll
With strings attached to their ploys 
They eliminated her and turned a blind eye 
She lived and now she hangs: invisible.

The death they never saw.

The End

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