Grace Summers


She was an angel

Before she met them.

A large wing span,

And a huge grin;

Beautiful brown locks,

And flawless skin.

They cut off her wings,

She walked on, broken.

They chopped off her legs,

She crawled on, broken.

They bit off her arms,

She lay there, broken.

But then they sawed off her head,

Devastated, she haunts them, broken.

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