Sin Poem by Elisa Nguyen

Sin



Even the moon wished not to gaze
Upon the spectacle that lay beneath it;
As I struggled to maintain poise
The blood I spilt flowed on and on,
As red as the apples of Eden

Friday, October 2, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: red
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