Roses as red
As the crimson blood
Pouring from the knife wound
To your stomach.
Violets as blue
As your cherub face
Choked from the withered hands
Around your neck.
Sugar as sweet
As the honeyed words
Poured from your caustic lips
When I depart.
As for you
As for your hunches
And your sacrifices
They were in vain.
4 comments:
Whoosh. This is full of hurt. But well done. Dark, rich.
Holy crow - dark and good :)
oh man, someone's havin a bad day... those kinda days you just wake up and had enuf... loved it!!! lovely and poetic in a dark, dark, dark sorta way monster moves
I love the way you opened each stanza with a sweet and closed it with a smack. Good work!
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