BloodlessA Poem by JRI saw her body and it was bloodless and gray she covered the pillow with her blond hair, hands folded, up against the satin and her makeup was thick and red and I remembered she never wore it like that when she was alive; It didn’t seem right for her to be painted when she’s dead. © 2020 JR |
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Added on May 19, 2020 Last Updated on May 19, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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