Tell Satan Hello for Me
Posted on July 10, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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shattered all illusions of faith,
stabbing her with the brevity
and an utter lack of remorse
He carved love out of her chest
with a masterful finesse,
leaving her bleeding and reeling
and but a bitter nostrum to ease her misery.
into the cold dank wishing well
for him she has no love or empathy
and this is her Cri De Coeur,
as he welcomes you to hell.’
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Use at least 10 of the words to create story or poem. I opted to use coins for money.
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Another great last line! Wow!! ☺❤
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You’re too kind Walt! ❤️😊
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I know. It’s my curse, lol. (Just kidding) 🙂 ❤
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😊❤️
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Welcome to the prompt! Powerful writing I really loved your use of Cri De Coeur =)
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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