Red: taint of the broken; stain of the brazen.
To sip of such delicately tinted nectar would bruise it eternal
leaving a residue of rouged pain in its quickening wake.
© Copyright Nina D’Arcangela.
About Nina D'Arcangela
Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old grave yards.
Nina is a co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, a co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', founder and administrator of the Ladies of Horror Picture-prompt Monthly Writing Challenge, and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.
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January 5th, 2016 at 1:31 pm
Excellent!
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January 5th, 2016 at 1:45 pm
Thank you! ;}
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January 5th, 2016 at 2:07 pm
My first poem read on WP in months & it’s a beauty 🙂 Wonderfully done, Nina! 🙂
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January 5th, 2016 at 2:29 pm
Thank you, Joe! It was actually a response to a short bit of prose I received by text. The subject… Red. 😉
I wouldn’t say it’s a poem, but a piece of very short poetic prose. And if this is the first non-poem poem you’ve read in that long, check out my FB wall for some sizzling hot pieces that were featured on SJ Warner’s blog in December! It was the #CinnamonTreats event…
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