Sunday Whirl Wordle # 654
Ropes bind wrists
bruised dark purple
against marble pure skin
Legs move restless
waiting for a chance to escape
the flickering candlelight
Waves of hypnotic chanting
slip into her soul
leaving an empty void behind
An ornate fan disperses incense
her pulse slows to its rhythm
her eyes close and she sleeps
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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