15 - Deep Crimson Poem by nicola burkett
15 - Deep Crimson
Deep crimson blood boils under his skin
Temper rages as he draws a fist
No emotion no remorse
His reason clouded by devil’s mist
She stands there as the flesh bruises
Silent tears of heartache ebb down her cheek
Pain turns to dull numbness
Leaving her unable to speak
One day she snaps
Refusing to face another attack
Deep crimson blood boils from inside
Standing tall she hits back
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