Positive Poem by Faith Cecelia Story

Red, the Color of Blood, Fire, Passion, Hate, Voodoo
Outcasted by the world, Her body is my hearse
She still remembers his gentle touch and his sweet spot
She gave him all she ever had to offer
But in return, she received
'The Red heart'

Reminder of our demon that lives in me,
Reckless, are we not;
The perfect ingredients of our recipe,
No condoms
Moments of our lust
Lips stapled shut
A couple of dirty needles

She carries A warning label
That reads, 'Stay Away, am infectious'
Memories of him cripple slowly like her lover did
As her last days come to un-end
She wishes to have another chance
To see her future as a mother, wife
But doomed she feels bed bound
Waiting to join him in life after death
As the cure is still Outta Reach