Red
The red liquid stains the sink
Red liquid runs down my arm, tickling me
Red
Deeper red
The red liquid pools at the wound of which it came.
Red liquid stains the silver knife as it slices new flesh.
Red
Velvet red
It covers my wrist and arm
It drips onto the ground creating a puddle.
Red
Blood red
I fall, my vision blurry and my limbs weak
I drop the blade, still stained
Red
Red everywhere
Red is the cause
Now, I am dead
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ehhh poems ig?
Poetryso, this lil thing is gonna be a lil compilation of all my poems. some of the poems will be legit stories, some will be just, poems. nonetheless I hope yall enjoy!
