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Found Poetry: Hell to pay

Poems of Sorrow


A moment unlocked across Gravel and mud
nearly decapitated she stood empty.

To her, a red light sang protest.
jerking and twitching she rattled.

In a perfect world
She would have shone like polished stone.

she found herself floating bigger and bolder
only minutes earlier anger lay

there was no stopping

There would be hell to pay

(ref: “The Art Of Deception” by Ridley Pearson, pg 201)

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