a crushed spirit
wriggles
from under the woodwork
raises a venomous hood
-fire flashing in eyes
-images of humiliation
frozen for eternity
-tongue lashing out
to sense
presence
of enemies
-just a prick
poison will spread
through layers of
accumulated evil
dying slow deaths
Victim’s Voice
Reena Saxena 
I read this first, not paying particular attention to the title. Then….read the title slowly, and then the poem. This is the victim’s voice…..
Quite powerful.
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Thank you so much, Lillian!
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A profound poem Ma’am. Insightful.
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Thank you, Aishwarya!
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Welcome, Ma’am. 🙂
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Sadly only A Spirit
A Victim may Feel
Fear of
A World
Unloved
for this is
How the
Poison spreads…
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Excellent lines! Thank you, Katie!
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Thanks for your
Inspiring Poem..
Reena😁
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I saw depth in this, misery does love company 😔
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Thank you so much, Jude!
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Those evil spirits do tend to be crafty enough to hide, don’t they. I like this.
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Thank you so much!
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I like the description of the tongue to sense enemies.
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Thank you!
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you can
be the woman or man
who comes
back
from the flatness
of yesterday!
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I like this.
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