🌊Solace
Verbal murder
Nanda Regine
She was alone and abusedHowever, it was no bruise that tainted her skin like charcoal kissesShe did not live with the pregnant pause of silence in a dark roomInstead, she was within the gazes of accuseWords shot at herBullets poisoned by hatredClosed companions were behind the triggerNo mercy dripped from their lipsAs they awarded their efforts with her tearsBut alas her sanity,Exhausted and bemused,It gave into them...surrenderedWith her heart in tattered ragsHer soul bleached by defeatHer wounds pleaded mercy to the enemies behind the triggersThen they leftShe continued onAlone and abusedIn a dark room
— Nanda Regine
From “Inside Her Roses”