Her hair was once lush
Her skin dewy
as the early day
She used to greet me with a smile
and she would say
How do you do?
 

But now there she lays
Her legs splayed
Wasting away
Her gift of life stolen
From the caress of her thighs
Slayed and flayed
Her empty gaze
Sullen and soulless
Dwells on yesterday
and she faces what lies ahead
 

Images by Jason Koxvold.

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