Author: Helpless-Dreamer01 PM
I didn't know what to call it so i just called it one of the words in the poem. Hope you like! daniRated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 53 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 07-24-05 - id: 1970250
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The door creaks
The wind speaks,
Everything is silent.
I close my eyes and scream in my head.
The pain tearing through my arm
Is like the one near my palm.
I lift my wrist up,
Leaning it gently against the cup
I watch as it flows down
Creating a dark reddish brown.