Sweet scent of blood,
reminded her of red roses in the moonless night, she gotten by a acquaintance named valentine.
Never before she has realized the sweetness in crimes.
Honeys dripping from the table by a broken glass jar full of it,
She is doing her breakfast with cereal and milk
The milk is changing hues to a light pink
due to dripping red from her finger tips,
that is holding a silver spoon victoriana styled
It's her favorite spoon which she gotten on a easter as present when she was a kid.
Looking at the color of milk, she thought, "How pretty !"
Inside, in her bedroom, there is a person sleeping
stained in the same redness all over the whole body, like her.
Rosemary is now a mere teen.
Living in by herself every week with new name each time.
New places once in a while.
Her family is sleeping..
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Jumping Into Constellation
Poetry[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
