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Feb 2019
Snow-so pure. So
fresh.
So childish.

Small, splattering, scarlet droplets
is all it takes to take away the
value of something so pure.
Making it something.
Damaged. matured.

Scarlet that looks smooth
as silk
Puts on a facade for something brutish,
Scandalous, even.

Fluffy white sheets are graceful with the way
on the house they lay.
Inside, the spacious skeleton is more demanding.
haunting. Echoes of yelling. Cursing. breaking.
Shattering-

is it my time?
scarlet painting her own face.

no. this is the
beginning.
Of a journey.
A quest.

a low, grumbling, gutteral
sound.
More scarlet.

For darkness she begged.
for eternal slumber she dreamt.
anything to wash away this scarlet mess.
Emma
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Emma  17/F/ohio
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