Shanna Stewart Poems

Red- like the blood gushing from each of my wounds
Orange- like the paintings in the morgue
Yellow- like the wilting daffodil lying on my casket
Green- like the dress you wore to my funeral
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Like a dull toothache
You throb in my mind
You're just another common pain
With a razor as my Novocaine
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Your blank face tells me everything there is to hear
All I needed was for you to hold me near
love me always and call me dear
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He calls 'collection time'
as the souls step in line
It's the devil's time to shine
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As her heart rate continued falling, falling, falling
She heard an angel calling, calling, calling
Life was slipping,
She was tripping,
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