Prisoner To Love

She gave him the keys to a hidden place, deep within the chambers of her heart.

No Angel from above was he.

Laughing at his wicked game, he pushed her hard, closed the door, took the keys and ran.

Fallen from grace, head bowed in shame, she lay bleeding on the forest floor.

No one heard her silent screams of pain or saw the tears falling, bitter rain.

Fooled by an adept of the dark arts, left alone, a sacrifice on the altar of love, a prisoner of her heart.

~Eily Nash

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Bones of Carrion

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…And so they come to feed, like raptors on your flesh until you are no more than the bones of carrion. You did not see them for what they were, until it was too late. Behind innocent eyes a deep sea of jealousy lies. There is no kindness in words that cut the fabric of a soul.

Eily Nash ~ 2020

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