Trigger warning: this work has mentions of blood and suicide. Those not comfortable with the theme please refrain from reading further.
She wore a beautiful red dress,
She put on her sparkly vermilion shoes,
Her nails were painted cherry red,
Her lipstick was a crimson rose,
What ran through her veins were bloody red.
She cried tears of blood,
Her skin was covered in ruby cuts.
Her wrist had a little river cut open,
Out of which gushed blood.
Slowly She fell and slept,
Her floor now a bloody red,
Soon, everything became black.
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things the moon whispered by the shore
Poetry" the stars are the agony of a broken moon." this book is a collection of my best poems and thoughts from my personal 'thoughts and poetry' series. hope you all enjoy.
