Crimson red droplets
fall to the floor
like rain.
Deep gashes run
in vertical lines,
making love
to the insides
of her wrists.
Her smile rots
and shatters;
her unvoiced screams
make her throat bleed.
How pretty she is
when she tumbles from grace.
Please tell me what you think
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When you said "Makeing love/ to the inside of her wrists." I thought of this one act Chris Angle did were he swallowed a quarter and slit his wrist and pulled out the same quarter... Well What if he was gay and was giving oral? Would he be able to pull a penis out of his wrist?
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LOL. I'll always enjoy your random comments, Russ. Thanks.
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I like the descriptions in this poem. The last line is really strong. Nice Write.
Blessed Be
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I love this. It's kind of sad, but i really like it.
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Thanks, beautiful.
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