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The Bridge

The beating

kayla roy

I followed the flowered path
Through that dark led by
The howling of the wolves
Hunting in their packs for that
sweet, red
Rose on crisp autumn air
My toes barely noticed the thorns
Piercing flesh to fresh pieces
Dripping steadily that
sweet, red
Without even a star in the night
Right into the beating caverns
Drumming a sound
Hot and Heartfelt
sweet, red
I made myself a little bed
Content to stay a little longer
While you came to lay beside me
Pressed to my mouth those lips
sweet, red
Whispered sweet wishes
Traced constellations into my skin
And once I had fallen asleep
Washed in a warmth
sweet, red
That cavern mouth closed
And the spot where you laid cold
Simply walked on into that dark night
Left me behind caught in that grasp
sweet, red
Alone to wonder kayla rose

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