Desire

A Poem by Elyralune

A dark desire rests on her lips;

It drips.

Smudged against her skin,

Cherry stained bright

In contrast with

Porcelain.

The sweet taste of death

Will linger.

She knows no other way;

She bleeds with no

Remorse;

She goes

Forward.

She moves

On.

© 2017 Elyralune

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Added on May 4, 2017
Last Updated on December 3, 2017

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Elyralune

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