Red Poem by Sierra Staten

Red



My name is red.
The color on the dead rose that bleeds for you.
I'm a single tear on the suicide letter that dies for you.
I'm a gravestone in a cemetery with etches in my skin to only remember me.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: red,remember,rose,suicide
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Sierra Staten

Sierra Staten

Newman, California
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