Vultures

Love so simple, so sweet. She never saw the pain until there was nothing left. Like the vulture picking his prey, his words scathed her flesh, striping her closer to bone each time he spoke. When he was done, on the side of life’s highway, she was left. Was this the circle of life, or was this theft. Lies told in the dark always come out in the light.

A.J Luna

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