Evolution Pt.2

Pens and needles

Inks splatters throughout the vessels.

The pricks of thorns were covered in blood.

Love was gone.

It was time for her to go to sleep.

Her death was the only experience that cut him deep.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A lonely and sad poem. The description made the reader believe and see. Thank you Marissa for sharing the amazing poetry.
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