bruises in shades of midnight,
lips in hues of red.
blood, a sickly crimson,
tears as clear as gin.
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deflorationis
Poesiaan anthology of short fictional stories that came from the darkest caverns of my mind, or perhaps were inspired by the sunniest of days. © Moonlitsadness, 2015
abusive love
bruises in shades of midnight,
lips in hues of red.
blood, a sickly crimson,
tears as clear as gin.
