"cherry red, rain splatter -
for a moment I forget that ichor is gold.
dress stained scarlet,
hands painted burgundy,
I think you're gone, gone, gone,
until you smile, and I see carmine teeth, vermillion tongue.
spring arrives where death makes its home.
goddess, now winter will come.
goddess, now make me bloom."
-v.g
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PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
