Red DragonA Poem by Wild Willow BlueIt's what he must be feeling..What am I doing here? Blinding fury enrages me blowing through glass eyes there’s no soul left to eat not a thing before the darkness What does this all mean? As it washes my heart, I feel nothing leaving traces of string on the earth I follow them to my grave Death eats Life for dinner, with playing cards in his hands living faces die with Grace n’er to be seen again © 2012 Wild Willow BlueAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWild Willow BlueOHAboutI am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..Writing
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