Sinister by Jen Persichetti



She said you’ll end up living a life like mine

It’s not in the cards for you to be happy…



Dark as a December morn

Frozen heart and sinister thoughts

She stares at you in a way that numbs you for days


She cripples you with her words

You believe the lies and surrender to her requests


She got to you –


Here lie the remains of dignity and grace

Cryptic soul, warped mind and slaughtered pride

The emaciated shell of what once was


Never to be seen again –

The sea of black departed and the final words were declared

A single white rose dropped at her feet


She always said I’d end up living a life like hers….



                                                            Copyright 2018 Jen Persichetti



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