Words thirty-six,
whispered to me,
wrapped in a cloth,
placed against my soul,
how it twisted me inside,
wanting to die,
breaking my heart,
draining my life,
my withered body you left,
my soul you stole,
you used me,
abused me,
told me your lie,
you hissed in my ear,
you shook me with fear,
and now all I can do,
is wait for you,
as you move on to the next,
plotting and planning,
my vengeance,
and,
your death.


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