Blood Runs RedA Poem by that-little-green-monsterA fictional story about a girl that cuts herself.
Blood runs red,
Just to help her feel. Blood paints pictures on her skin, Makes everything so real. Blood runs red, Simple fact, She knows. Yet mesmerized, By the gentle crimson, Pulsing out. Blood runs red, Such a sensation, To be in charge of something for once. To be in charge of the pain. To hold the blade. © 2012 that-little-green-monster |
StatsAuthorthat-little-green-monsterAboutHello! I am a high school student. I am a thespian and a writer. I hope to pursue a career in a creative field. I believe that words can have affect on people more than we could ever imagine. I don't .. more..Writing
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