Blood Wine

A Powers
Liquid leather flows over her skin as she drinks her fill of blood wine.
There may be an innocent child within, but it will drown in time.
She breathes the devil's opiate and sews it to her tongue.
Her tawny nails reach out for fate and etch it as they run.
Her eyes are mist in evening when the moments sing in key.
The sweet bait of the incubus is all that she can be.
Her lips could crush the very soul or suck away its breath.
The kisses she gives are ones she stole, this righteous muse of death.

Published by A Powers

FIND WHAT YOU WANT ON MY ORGANIZED WEBSITE http://awriterpowers.yolasite.com/ A. Powers is an English major and longtime freelance writer. She enjoys sharing her experiences with crafts, films and other...  View profile

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