Poems from CrimsonWords
Words scribbled across paper
were my only friend
--my only comfort--
after I lost my sister. My words,penned from crimson grief,carried...
You said she was so skinny and asked if she wanted any of your chips. When she declined you said, "Aww why not? You probably haven't eaten...
I want you to kiss me again.
Just one last time, Hun.
That's all I ask: one last kiss.
I want to feel your soft lips press against
mine one...
Dear mother,
This is my final goodbye.
You watched from afar,
basking in my nightmares.
What is the thrill behind
watching your daughter...
Trail your fingers over my bodice
Can you feel what resides beneath?
The scars and bruises that
the world could never see?
Do you taste the...