red and black ; her favorite color
i could tell by
the bruises displayed on her back
no matter how much she tries to hide it fights with the fabric
peering out
she’s a black sheep more like
a midnights cat.
clothed in darkness but afraid of the shadows
her eyes shine with gladness
her tears shed the light that her attire
wouldn’t dare show
red is more of my color
rather than black
you can tell by the blood i draw with a smack
i Push and i pull
“why don’t you like me back”
creeping in the shadows
the alleys
searching for light
and that night
i found it in her eyes
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Author:
moonlight (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2025 15:29
- Comment from author about the poem: random i wrote it based off an outfit that was red and black. This has no sexual implications
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Comments1
At first this appeared morbid and that the person had been a victim of attack or abuse but then it became evident that it was clothing. Nicely done
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