A stain on clothe.
The echo of glass and pain.
A hushed murmur on stone.
Liquid, thick, thin, light, dark.
Sinks into the white fabric, it is gone.
Murmur on stone. Stain on clothe.
Wine is the liquid. Water is the liquid.
There is no liquid
It is real.
It is fake.
Slain. Blood is the liquid.
The goblet tips, falls.
Liquid spills. A foul smell on an ancient altar.
Drip. Drip.
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Black and White Day and Night
PoésieThis is my first poetry book on Wattpad! These are all originals I have made.
