Sunday, January 19, 2014

Prisoner


For this week's Trifecta Challenge, a story consisting of 38 words, all one syllable: 

The first time I saw your face
it ceased my heart.
My joy bled pain, 
for you now owned it;
proud in the eyes that spoke of feats,
guised in the bliss of love.

Your crime.

My loss.

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