The Last Night Poem by C.R. Ebowski
The Last Night
A dark red liquid drips
Off of my swollen lips
Coming from flesh that tore
Forming a puddle on the floor
Hand prints etched into skin
Bruising my muscle within
Till there is no more a body can take
It is then the bone will break
My legs quiver to gather strength
Supporting my body’s length
I raise my head with all my might
Spitting in his face just for spite
Images fade in and out of the light
Merging memories with tonight
Again I descend to the ground
Forming an eerie resonating sound
A dark red liquid drips
Off of my swollen lips
Coming from flesh that tore
As my lifeless body lies on the floor
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5/8/2024 6:02:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
deep hard evocotive and spellbinding. difficult to read because it forces one to feel. good work as well as all of the latest.