The pink feather quill
glides across the piece of parchment with ease.
scribing in perfect clarity...
..............the heart curdling songs
that float unseen in the atoms of dust.
lyrics about unreadable love......
.............mind wrenching poems
spoken into the cold breeze of the winter winds.
inflaming the insides to unravel pain.....
.........and stomach blowing curses
whispered in the shadows of the full moon’s night.
full of ill intentions....
all written in the thick crimson bloody ink
of unknown creativity.
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: May 14th, 2022 03:03
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Comments1
A bad hair day - curses?! heehee.
Or Kitty cursing cos she not met Sir lately?! She's a one. lol.
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