Pain so deep,
It cuts as it reaps.
It plays for keeps.
I sip from the haunted cup of emotion that leaves remnants on my lip
And back I’ve slashed with a cutting whip.
Feel my heart rip!
I paid as deathly as love laid.
So many peircings my tears made,
I lashed out with a jagged blade.
Blood spilled over white sheets stained with shame.
This is how the red plague came.
Why does red pain rain?
Poison will profane!
Copyright © Jeanette Huston | Year Posted 2005
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