Mary KellyA Poem by Jenna HardingMary Kelly Beautiful no longer. Mirrors slice deep. Red rivers run. Drip and pool. Soak, stain. Titian hair dyed darker. Her face is a face no more. Destroyed, horrifying precision. Remorseless, satisfied, frenzied. Anger apparent in our butcher's handiwork. Lady of the night? No one really cares what he did. © 2008 Jenna Harding |
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Added on May 24, 2008 AuthorJenna HardingUnited KingdomAboutI'm a student and I've been writing poetry, short stories and fanfictions pretty much since I was about 6 or 7. I've always loved writing, the freedom to express yourself and how you can make anything.. more..Writing
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