They found her dead
Murdered and dumped
Thread like noose
Around her neck
Ligature marks
Still on her wrists
Her eyes open
Staring at nothing
Her body lay
For all to see
Covered only by leaves
And other debris
How she got there
We don't know
She still remains
Our Jane Doe
Her autopsy showed
The wounds from inside
That others inflicted
The way she died
Her bruised heart
The emotional beating
The tearing apart
Her very soul
Chained to a prison
She couldn't escape
The trauma she faced
An emotional rape
Betrayal wounds
Covered her back
As the knife went in
Her friends did hack
They buried her
In an unmarked grave
Under a tree
With plenty of shade
I won't be visiting
Or laying flowers
For I am the one
They betrayed
©shadow2
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