Hello,Sunshinee
2009-06-25 02:13:18 UTC
A red line,
trickling down,
dribbling to the floor.
A wrist,
soft and supple;
an object of release.
Blue,
a vein,
easily punctured.
Dead eyes,
out of focus,
while the blood descends.
the memories forgotten.
A twisted release,
for a tortured soul.