Saturday, April 14, 2012

NaPoWriMo Day 14

From the Start

Her story is told in the lies
she spills from her poisoned red lips.
Every movement is carefully planned,
choreographed for tragedy.

from the start
with a smile that says otherwise.
The moon is crimson at midnight,
a silent omen watching.
“I love you,”
but I’m already gone.

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