Ribbons of purple bruises
worn like a ring around her neck,
hidden from probing eyes’
by a pretty floral sweater.
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how long will she hide a bleeding heart;
under beautiful colours of bold splashes,
counting the days till she’s asphyxiated,
and purple wreath for her death bed.
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Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post – Purple
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Sad and touching. Superb piece, Jacqueline.
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Thanks dear, though it’s not a piece I gives one joy to write about.
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Well, done. Truth found in beauty.
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Thank you Darlene
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Oh how hauntingly sad, but written well!
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Wow. Very touching
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God that’s bleak. But probably true.
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Some don’t get away so easily, for some enduring is slower and more painful. A good writs Jacqueline.
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Write!
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A powerful piece, Jacqueline. Hopefully she’ll leave before it comes to that, though many don’t.
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Very powerful, Jacqui.
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