considered as a murder

one fine afternoon, i found a corpse buried under the stone. putrescent odor hit the nose. oh, it was the body of a broken-hearted girl.

she used to like a sweet candy floss but it turned amaroidal. the man she loved was an odious bachelor.

she was not a blind, but all she could see was his good sides.

she was not a deaf, but all she could hear was his sweet-talks.

she was not a mute, but all she could say was an excuse for him.

[don't. don't accuse her to be a fool.]

she was smart.

she was pretty.

she was passionate.

before she met him.

he talked cajolingly. fleeched her to trust him. lured her to his pitch-black burrow. then ended her on a dumpster on an alleyway.

in the end, she was seriously wounded. it would heal eventually, with a cicatrix.

or no, it would not heal at all.