" The Crimson-Conscience-Juror ... "
Scarlet Ribbons On Her Arms
Red Lights In Her Mirror
Best Friend Blood, On Her Hands
and A Crimson-Conscience-Juror
A Ton of Fire-Bricks On Her Head
Burgundy Wine, In Her Cup
Marooned On Her Tortured Island
Tasting, As Rasberry-Razors Cut
'The Cherry' Had A Poison Pit
Her Lips Bled As She Bit
Raging Against A Stop-Sign's Kick
As She Applied One Last, Hot-Poker, Needle Stick
Scarlet Ribbons On Her Arms
Red Lights In Her Mirror
Best Friend's Blood On Her Hands
... and A Crimson, Conscience Juror ...
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/4/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
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