Small chunks
Cling to the wall
Glued there by blood
So they won't fall.
White walls
Now stained red
And inside it
A bullet got embedded.
Paling corpse
Laid out on the floor
An abuser, a cheat
Now is no more.
A murderer killed
A murderer born
She's a wife and a sister
But only one is forlorn.
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Poetry of Colors
Poesia#colormenovember Every day of November I'll write a poem based off a color. Idea is by @aries_34 Cover by @Crazyfrsims
