DesireA Poem by ElyraluneA dark desire rests on her lips; It drips.
Smudged against her skin, Cherry stained bright In contrast with Porcelain.
The sweet taste of death Will linger.
She knows no other way; She bleeds with no Remorse; She goes Forward. She moves On. © 2017 Elyralune |
StatsAuthor
ElyraluneNCAboutA cliché, I may present: ~ a phoenix, rising from the ashes, glorious in all it's radiant colors with sparks of gold, streamers of red, with orange shimmering, dancing in the mix. Cl.. more..Writing
|
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Read Request
My Library
Subscribe
Flag Writing
