PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Naked and painted red

She marked her territory on the ground,

While she bled from the heart,

And acked from the soul,

Dripping secrets she only shared with the moon,

To whimpers she whispered to the wind



Holding her pain she clutched the note

Like a resignation from herself

She ran as fast as she could,

With arms spread out like wings

She sored in the air,

Floating in the night sky,

She fell to her death.



Like a bird free from its nest

The note fluttered to the ground softly

Beside her naked corpse

As she lay motionless and alone,

free from herself.