Drip, drip, drip.
Little red drops.
Drip, drop.
Pale white canvas.
Little red drips.
Blue eyes watch the red,
Watching the red drops drip down.
Blue watches the red curve down,
Following the curves of the hip, of the thigh.
Little red drops, on a white canvas,
Falling from red red lines,
Caused by silver and pale shaky hands.
Drip, drip, drip.
Little red drops on a white canvas.
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The Letters and Poems My Demons Write
Non-FictionThis....I'm just the publisher. These are a collection of poems and letters that the Writer has written when she was particularly....Low. I guess I should say Trigger Warning? I don't really know what to say. Like I said....I'm only the Publisher. ...
