Blood

Bristles started bleeding red.
Plate got stained.
It was her blood indeed.

Within the tiny heart,
she cut through
to carve her life,
to etch her love!

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.
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Finally, the piece of art got ready
to adorn her room.

Carved in the plate
were the short names
of her little family – her blood,
Dad, Mom and Her!

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This post is submitted to ‘Thursday Poetry Competition‘ by ‘Penable’. The topic assigned is ‘Love‘,

This post was originally published on Crazy Nerds on 21st Feb, 2019.