The scarlet liquid shimmered in the moonlight;
her helpless, devoured body lie limp in the secure shadows..
With hands shaking, the knife drops to the frosted winter floor and
her deceitfulness lives on no more..
...
Read full text
Melissa, I agree totally with Lamont's comment - a great write. If so moved please check out some of my poems, I really want us Canadians on this site to become more read by our fellow poets/poetesses. Cheers & keep on writing!
An honest poem that doesn't sacrifice imagination. Nice one. -LP
Thank u very much ill be sure to check them out.!