her death was a tragedy
so young
so talented
a life wasted
her parents
and sisters
her friends from work
and high school
all came to lay lillies on her grave
they didn't understand her suicide
but they understood her pain
they all felt it
and some days when the air is bright
her family goes to the cliff
and lays morning glories
on the cross there.
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and alice bright and golden fair
with twisting locks of wind-tossed hair
went to draw water from the well
in the gloaming
and looking in the careless deep
saw a man who sat and weeped
with bloodly hands and bloody teeth
in the gloaming
and alice climbed into the well
to save the man beneath the swell
and alice climbed
and alice fell
in the gloamimg
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a writer and a serial killer ✔
RomanceA writer searching for belonging and a serial killer in the midst of a murder spree collide under the most unlikely circumstances. Now they must face their demons or face their own destruction. ©2018 squishylilyoongi