Bloody Cherry

August 11, 2012
By , Bell Gardens, CA
It feels like dust.
It storms like hail.
With force they crashed;
And broke out betrayal.
With Words so pale,
It makes it hard.
I can’t inhale.
In fact,
It sweats from you
But wets my tail.
You choke till I faint.
You break my leg
And burn my cherry lips.
Can’t take so much.
Time to exhale.

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