Letters written with feminine tears
hoarse screaming pain within men
line the bottom of that dresser.
Secrets sold for a price so dear
the precious ones
have become crazed and ill.
sold they're souls to the enigma
who guards it still,
Until Judgment day.
Father forgive them
for they know not what they do.
Author notes
earth art
Mortal life held hostage
A contest entry
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Comments
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Awesome Sis...
Impressive work...
So much expressed so beautifully in so few words that leaves me breathless in its depth...
Keep up the good work...
Well done!!!

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Very nice. I love the near mystery of it and the feeling behind the words. A very good piece here. Thank you so much for entering my contest and good luck.
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love
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Truly interesting work.


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An interesting image, the letters written in tears and used to line the dresser.
I enjoyed this write.

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Very wild.
Thank you for reading my work.
I must read more.
you have peaked my curiosity lass.
Blessings,
LOWELL POE


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Lovely work. One of your best!


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