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I Was Sold
#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone,
Walking the ground like a scary ghoul,
Tempting myself to sell my soul.
Revenge was never my ultimate option,
Rather I cleared my throat for fresh poison,
My flesh greeds, veins ache and blood oozes,
Within the hell you gladly created.
You sold me to the cheapest price,
Never demanded for my little voice,
Don't I deserve an explanation?
Why did you leave me with an exclamation?
Waiting drained my respiration,
Slightly drugged with perspiration,
Don't expect my legs to get wider,
When I get sold to the next highest bidder.
© Pinky B
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone,
Walking the ground like a scary ghoul,
Tempting myself to sell my soul.
Revenge was never my ultimate option,
Rather I cleared my throat for fresh poison,
My flesh greeds, veins ache and blood oozes,
Within the hell you gladly created.
You sold me to the cheapest price,
Never demanded for my little voice,
Don't I deserve an explanation?
Why did you leave me with an exclamation?
Waiting drained my respiration,
Slightly drugged with perspiration,
Don't expect my legs to get wider,
When I get sold to the next highest bidder.
© Pinky B
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