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A-S Apr 2014
laying in my bed,
cuddling with,
sharp objects.
sharp,
shiny,
objects.

they poke me,
I giggle,
I cry a red tear,
a happy red blooddrop,

It slides down my wrist,
and creates a beautiful artwork,
next to the other lines.

I love it

-a.s
Sky Apr 2016
Look out at the world
from within a glass eye
See the sky, tinted red
By infinite bloodshed
There's rain coming down
From scarlet-whisper clouds
Rain, red red rain,
Tastes like copper on my tongue.
Fatıma Jan 2014
The dazzling stars plunge
Into chasms of hell
With your dying love

The crimson rose withers
Until thorns unveil
With your dying love

The tepid sea of flames
Impales my bleeding heart
With your dying love

The magnetic friction of hand in hand
Now frigid and frail
With your dying love

This poem in spilled red ink
You're oblivious to
I'm cemented to
From each devoted blooddrop
With your dying love

Indelible memories
Crystal touches
Perspiring redolence
Interlocked fingers
Gleaming beauty

All evanescing
With your dying love

— The End —