Bite

gotta love the biters

A crimson kiss
turns to a blood-red bite,
that will scab my lips
and penetrate all delight.

A broken whisper
from an empty chair.
A broken heart
will still find reason to tear.

Hello, Goodbye.
We won't see tonight
and my lips will not heal
from your phantom rouge bite.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Bridger Hall]

Ha! woah!! tranquilo Bella!! good work!