Love, light and words fall off me in no particular order. Death of a woman by solar plexus K. O.
If she was already dying inside,
that sword of light finished the woman.
It was death by solar plexus K. O.
They had managed to suck out every drop of her fire.
When the body was finally found,
they say her heart was split in two,
her eyes were fireflies,
and her aura had more holes than a kitchen sieve.
Arthur, her ragged teddy,
still cuddled into her expired breasts,
had refused to abandon the woman's inner child.
He had managed to light up every day of her life.