Crucified.
Your words, like nails, tear
through my heart.
Your disdain for the love
I willingly gave you
leaves me hanging,
unprotected and stripped
of my pride… a mockery
for all to see.
Why, then, can I not let
you go?
I am a martyr to
my love.
Author notes
Prompt: Picture
Picture Credit: Google Images
No limit, no rules
A contest entry
- Dark Pic Prompt by Carolina Moon.
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Critical Comments Always Welcome
Comments
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Beautiful take on the prompt. Sometimes we do that it is true. Just catching up on my reading.
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Well, tell her to snap out of it!!! Silly woman....says me.
Well done.
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Oh man can I well relate to this. Or did at one time I should say. Excellent take on the prompt! Thank you!
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