Her lips like ruby pearl
as soft as a silk sheet.
Her mouth like blush candy
as sweet as a cherry treat.
Her breasts like buttermilk
as delicious as whipped cream.
Her hair a lucent gold
like heaven’s falling leaves.
Her heart like a mirror to
her soul as to the sea.
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
Heather Mirassou's Poetry Soul Closet 