scarlet waters.

Why did you leave me, David?

seeping scarlet drops ‘pon the murky, muddied river.
the floating frame of a nymph.

We were supposed to be happy together.

dark skies weep on her behalf.
obliterating her tear-tainted pale face.

We were supposed to have a family.

a banshee’s cry resonates.
for she who took her sorrowed life by means of drowning.

Tell me, David, did you know I was pregnant?

love
‘lape.

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Author: Lape

Lover of Christ. Aficionado of art, words and cologne. Student medic. Amateur pianist. Vous parlez Français?

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