On a Christmas Day

thewrathofsponge
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read

She loved, then she bled

She painted the whole town red

For her soul not fed

For the blood which was shed for everyone

She is not everyone, she is not worthy

She was never

For a life led away from her wants

To what they want her to flaunt

This life led, on Christmas she bled red

Painted the town red

Hung herself on the brightest Christmas tree

For all to see

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Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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