Non-Erotic PoetryBled RedRed
Color of Passion
Color of Pain
of Life
of Death
I watch you-Red
trickle down my thighs
as my innocence is taken
As my unborn was taken
Red
I feel you as my heart
bleeds
until there is no red left
only black
Only a void
Where there was once Red
Red
The color that runs
Runs out
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