Crushed, were her bones,
In the tumult of the sea.
Yet not as painful as sticks or stones,
❝No one will miss me.❞Her lips turned blue,
Her skin lost its colour.
After all she❜d been through,
❝What will happen to my mother?❞Waves like mountains,
Jagged coral impaled her skin.
Suffering behind closed curtains,
❝You❜re a sin.❞Air, she needs,
But those days were over.
For when she breathes,
❝You cheated on Oliver.❞Free, she was,
From his abuse.
His hands like claws,
His actions obtuse.❝No more,❞ she begged,
As the pain subsided.
On water she gagged,
Beneath which she lay embedded.If only they knew,
Who they had killed.
Yet only a few,
With grief, were filled.Corpse rotten,
In the afterlife she trudged.
A soul forgotten,
One left misjudged.
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misjudged
Poetry″she′s something else.″ a poem of half-truths and lies, in which a beautiful girl suffers because of the people around her. ★ Winner • Shining Star Awards 2018 • Short Story ©︎ 2018 Karran Kumar