And the Angels Wouldn't Help Her

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her screams,
her screams
when he touched her cheek –
they were silent, still –
they cut so deep;
i lost my breath,
they trickled, seeped
down into the deep
beneath.
she cried as i watched her –
rest in peace.
beloved goddess of our town.
beloved goddess of the deep.

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