untitled (bleed)

the dark moon shone in her window
making her wonder if she could forgive him
he is like the moon, with sides of darkness and light
thorns dig sharply into her palms as
she clutches his rose
blood flows
freely
and she presses bloody hand against the glass
and the moon seems to bleed
red drops from its half black side
for his betrayal she cannot cry
so she will bleed

october 3, 1999
By:Eileen

Unspoken Words
Seemingly Insane