Word by Nicolle
Date: April 11, 2023
Hot waters rushed down my cheeks;
As soon as you faint
What would I do with my life?
Now that it's brushed with black paint
To my heart, it was like daggers
To my dreams, it was a nightmare
You begged for me to end this madness
How did she find out of this illicit affair?
Memories came flashing back
A series of sirens rang through my ears
Blood scattered in the room— which was locked
Your body was found dead— mine's crept by fear
My hand's dripping with your purple blood
From the stabs and torns in your dress
Eyes widened, love, what would I do?
If you are the clandestine crime, my mistress
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Masterpieces of a Screaming Mind
PoesíaTo hide masterpieces is to feel something in silence. Posted: April 2020 disclaimer: book cover isn't mine, credits to the rightful owner.
