Her body sits in quiet contemplation
Scattered around white petal frangipanis
With their rich yolk yellow centers
And their sweet decaying scent
That intoxicates
There she is devoid of tears
Having cried till she felt blinded
All words have been erased
She has none left to emote
The typhoon raging inside
Shall also pass
There beyond yonder horizon
Sits he the oppressing tormentor
Regaling admiring listeners
Of conquests and trails of broken hearts
Belittling the love those women
Showered upon him
There now lays her lifeless cadaver
A disturbing presence amongst the tranquil trees
Undiscovered she decomposes into the earth
Flesh falls off the bones casting unbearable stench
Mixed with damp soil and rotting flora
There she remains in silent anonymity
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