Blood Red Hands
With blood red hands she gave to him
her heart.
With blackmailed lips,
one day he sent it back.
With blood red hands she took up a gun
and sent it through
her skull.
With blackmailed lips
he laughed,
and laughed
into the night.
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2009
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