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coffeegirl
Poems
Jan 2019
Red Flags
My red flags
Are bloodied rags
And blood-shot eyes
Over body bags.
My bad decisions
Are only comprehended
When stinging incisions
Are not met with stitches.
I never saw the knife,
You held tight.
I never saw the knight,
Fall. In spite
Im not blind.
So why?
Why my red flags go up so late?
What use do you have--my head on your plate?
And why do you try to manipulate,
My red flags to go up too late?
Written by
coffeegirl
22/F/Loveland, CO
(22/F/Loveland, CO)
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