Blood Red as Wine

a women taking back her power-- one way or the other

Blood dripping down her suit

A sadistic grin on her face

A sharp dagger in hand, thighs with black lace  

              

Powerful storms follow her way

Her lips flavoured Tequila, rum or maybe Rosé

Her fingers graze over her lip where a drip of blood laid

She licked it and cackled, she got her way

Packed up to leave, she left the room

A rose laid on the floor, her signature clue

Author's Note

constructive criticism!
enjoy <3

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I hope someone called 911.

[Seuwandi]

Hi Aliyah,
such as descriptive poem...it makes me imagine the type of woman she is..
you are 13, and gosh you are talented. Keep on working and writing!

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

lovely poem Aliyah. Such striking images painted in your words. Keep writing and never stop. Continued success in your writing journey.