Rivers of RedA Poem by Kristin LeeWar… yes, we are at war. But the enemy found in this river of red is thy self.The intricate carving Of such tender flesh Burns so sweet Even Aries would be obsessed. This silver dagger Dripping with blood Creates the most beautiful scars Tattoos deigned to honor The war raging within. These rivers of red Sire long and woeful cries Each masterful stroke Born from this mighty blade Leaching life from the canvass It scratches into. With false love and lack of grace Darkness will convince you to absently trace The self righteous justifications For all of your deepest and darkest sins. Oh yes The intricate carving Of such sweet and delicate flesh Burns with delirious deliciousness Even Aries would be obsessed. © 2013 Kristin LeeAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on May 27, 2013 Last Updated on May 30, 2013 Tags: War, Blood, Cutting, Psychology, Mental Health, Aries AuthorKristin LeePortland, ORAboutI write with a no holds barred attitude, wielding my pen like a dagger to carve tales of fiction entwined with hard and bitter truths. My work generates bold, sometimes dark and devious stories that .. more..Writing
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