![]() CradleA Poem by Riley Bray![]() Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down.![]() Smothered in feather down Gone doth laughter go, Bleeding out like tasteful wine From broken bottle From which she stole. Draped in silent sound Free doth anger flow, Demons coddling the mind From the model That is the human soul. Kissed now by dying posies Decaying bones And rotting skin, Little baby never again Yet to begin, has met her end. ![]() © 2013 Riley BrayReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 21, 2013 Last Updated on November 21, 2013 Author![]() Riley BrayAbout"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you."---Maya Angelou "I'm not even going to get mad anymore...I'm just gonna start expecting the lowest from the people I thought h.. more..Writing
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