The strip of black lay snugly against her white porcelain skin,
The little silver heart dangling at the end was cold against her flesh.
It served as a constant reminder of what was and
Of what could never be again
The sapphire stone embedded in the silver heart
Twinkled like his eyes would, whenever he smiled his crooked smile
The soft velvet material felt like his gentle lips, caressing her skin
The memories flickered through her mind
And silent tears streaked down her face
The engraved vines around the cold metal heart
Felt like they were crushing her own broken one
The black velvet seemed to tighten around her thin neck
The choker staying true to its name, choked her
The velvet turned coarse, the sapphire stone dull
She clawed the cursed thing off.
She didn’t need reminding.
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Nice use of colour. Good use of imagery. A very effective poem.
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