a wafty warm breeze
carries a sickly sweet aroma
like that of a blooming flower
the summer sun shines
through a crack
illumanating a once dark room
scattered all around bodies are huddled
all of them unconciuos ... or dead
water drips from the ceiling
drip drop
drip. drop.
drip... drop...
forming a red stained pool
on a stone floor
full of cracks
scattered around
doses of bloody plastic syringes
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Collection of Original Poems
PoetryHi guys this is Windygal here! This new book is a collection of some poems I've written. I hope you like them.
