Day Twenty Prompt: Blood
I see it dripping down the walls,
Spreading crimson across the halls.
I don't know where its coming from,
But I can hear the scarlet song.
It's turning into the dark river,
Flowing like a snake's slither.
Burning red threatening to consume,
And my secret sins, exhume.
I know now it comes from me,
My fears bleeding for all to see.
And until the day is done,
The blood continues to run.
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November Incandescence
PoetryIncandescence: (Noun) The light from heat Partner: (Noun) Either member of a married couple or of an established unmarried couple Follow me on a poetry journey unlike any other and see how the two definitions above shape this book.
