The Blood Red PenA Poem by Tiffany EliseIn a box beneath her bed, Lay a pen untouched, One with ink now so blood red, In her hand once tightly clutched. She took this pen which once made black script, And pierced her tan rich skin, Her skin and heart now ripped, She thought about her sins. She screamed in pain, And cried out tears, She let it soak in, soul filled with rain, She cried out her fears. And on a page, Which once was white, Her blood showed her rage, This page was written on by blood that night. It read: Dear Father, Dear Mother, I loved you, I always will, I loved my sister and brother, I am binded by blood, and this was the time for the kill. I hated my life, I loved you though, I killed myself with that old kitchen knife, This is written in my own blood pen, I decided this awhile ago I’ll miss you, I hope heaven accepts me, and won’t turn me away to hell, For what I am about to do, there will be no ‘undo’, I’ll miss parts of my life, I wish you well. © 2010 Tiffany EliseAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on December 31, 2010 Last Updated on December 31, 2010 AuthorTiffany EliseOrlando, FLAboutHello peoplesies, my name is Tiffany, and I'm a writer! Well, that's a little bit obvious, this is Writers' Cafe, isn't it? Anyways, I write poems about love, but often write murder stories. It's odd,.. more..Writing
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