her neck snapped to the rhythm of the rope
her life etched in patterns around her throat
finally she started to choke
to spite the words she never spoke
seemingly what she thought should admire
she found her heart to be a liar
there was nothing left of her entire
as she sliced clean through her broken wire
murder was the case
that she breathed through the lace
and as the wolf took chase
it burned off her face
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