The Cost of a Soul (By Cat Matchuk)
The tension pulled across the spine.
was unbearable and became a hand to hold.
through the years I didn’t wish to endure.
my soul, against my will in the black market.
it again and purchased it with pennies.
was worthless, tattered, it meant nothing.
brought from the pain, dragged me downwards.
not his, but yours to hold; soft and warm.
feeling. Something foreign to my mind.
my soul, that was brighter than before.
was worth every heartbeat and more.