He is intoxicating. Like a rotten pomegranate.
vicious wine. blood, the crimson gold.
The sight is sweet.
Scarlet silk draped over a carcass, a poor cover.
Bile.
Rubies in a nest of ivory.
Crushed like a blooded cerebrum. It shivers through my intestines.
It reaches up.
Vilely sweet.
Disgusting.
Bitter.
Iron.
The colour of poppies.
The colour of death. The taste, regretted wine.
I regret him.
Fuck.
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Poetry
General FictionVarious poems about all sorts of things, nature, romances, ill-fated and beautiful ones, pain, death, open-hearted caverns and tight ones. The long and short of it... The poems could be about literally anything. Some of the content may be a little...