My heart just flat lined, and it was all a game played by a master manipulator. You finessed me well and played your game, but karma is kind because my fury won’t quench. A collective score of hearts all lay in your dungeon. Prisoners of the Greatest of All time, and my heart just went flat lined. I held onto a mirage in disbelief of someone else coming in and my heart thrown away. I feel the fury oh! It’s much deeper than a woman scorned. It’s deep like the depths of hell, and the devil would be an angel compared to the fury unleashed. Unchain my heart from the dungeon of disgrace, where countless hearts lay deep in agony. I feel your piercing dagger deep within. Now my troubled heart is flat lined and there is no recovery to revive. I cry out from within and arise from the deep dark cave unlike the phoenix I ride on a passion of vehement coal with a dark cloak. Coming to avenge the hearts left in the game of cutthroat. Cold, dark, eerie chills run down my spine as I picture the blood shed of tears you left behind. Knocking at the door, who could it be? The grim reaper, no it’s me. Coming in full force of a trouble heart and when I awoke the dream left me scarred. Tragedy!!!
-Latressa Isaac, Author of Memoirs Of An Alley Cat
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