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!


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!

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.

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