🌊Solace
Murder Scene
Nanda Regine
She was aloneIn a room full of friendly murderersLaughter reeking of mockery and...Bleeding betrayalShe was abusedFar beyond mechanical repairHowever, there was no bruiseThat tainted her skin like charcoal kissesShe did not liveWith the pregnant pause of silence in a dark roomInstead, she was confined by Their liesCuffed down by soulless beingsWords shot at her, bullets poisoned by hatredOf what she "should be"But she's not ThemThem who stand holding the trigger so boldlyNo mercy ran from Their lipsLips chapped from too much harsh labourAs They awarded Their efforts with her tearsContent is how it felt for ThemBut alas her sanityStood back and watched ThemExhausted from the cuffsDefeated from the rounds firedIf one were to look at her nowEyes more distantLike a breath to a choke holdShe carried onAlone
— Nanda Regine
From “Inside Her Roses”