– two
blood red was the color
within your veins
running like a
network everywhere.
of aggression and
authority and sin.
of the macabre
of isolation you reminded.
but you made me
delusional with a
blood red
of loyalty, life and love.- and i bled.
constantly.
passively yet so
thoroughly.
CZYTASZ
The Girl Who Spit Flowers
Poezjaand if only you knew how much she did love you when it lasted, you wouldn't have left. maybe. probably. THE GIRL WHO SPIT FLOWERS. a poetry narration book. seopresso, 2017.