Scars From Your Silver Poem by Victoria Lam
Scars From Your Silver
And when the silver blade slices through my purple skin,
red smoke and trails of blood curl around my vision.
I can't see anything-
except your hands that are now stained with plums-
The fruit is sweet,
but its pit is bitter.
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: betrayal,childhood
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