Supple skin on tear stained sheets,
where innocence now lies beneath…
Blood fallen below,
heart still hammering.
Pale skin turned pink.
where new knowledge seeps.
A fracture in time.
Innocence gone but not forgotten.
Eyes not soon spent,
time came and intruder went.
Breath was meek,
hands do hold her until one weeps.
Ghostly memories times anguish released.
Be still the bastion,
as one learns peace.
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