One Dirt Grave – Heather Mirassou

She was only fourteen
Happy and vibrant
Awaiting her first kiss
Not noticing who was watching
Her neighbor odd but friendly
Obsessed with her loveliness
Coerced her to stray from safety
She fell into a pit
Dug well ahead of time
It was a heinous crime
She had no time to scream
Unable to fight
He smothered and sliced her
Never to be whole again

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About Heather Mirassou

I am a writer and poet. I am a mother of two young men and married to my sweetheart. I live on a ranch and farm walnuts. I love to garden, read and spend time with my dogs. I am also a member of America's Oldest Winemaking Family, Mirassou. Thank you for visiting Poetry Soul Closet. With a Smile, Heather Mirassou
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