Sugar stained my lips,
as the glowing tint glared down my hips.
Faced down the brim,
what came out was one too many drinks.
Fangs cut deep to ooze an ink
on walls that were painted white,
because soon they'll find my dead body
and a note: "Kiss me goodnight".
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
