Red Poetry Poem by Marisa Eutsler

Red Poetry



The silence screams at me.
The moon weeping,
watching as i crumble
beneath the
faded lines and smeared edges.
Shocked at the poetry
i imprinted
on the red canvas
that is my wrists.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,pain,sad,self harm
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