…a few words from the Dark Angel
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.
4 Comments | tags: flash, Nina D, Nina D'Arcangela, prose, Red | posted in Flash, pain, Reflections, Writing
Allow my dementia to infect you. Pluck a feather, I dare you...
Join 5,471 other followers
Join My Blog
Error: Twitter did not respond. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page.