Poems
3 poems
Edward’s white, beautiful face stared at me from where he clung to the window sill.I thought about screaming. I thought about running. I thought about opening the window and letting ...
I stood there whisperingSweetly in his ear;Murmuring drips of honey, IFingered the sweet steel, thenDropped the dagger and laughedAt the blood on my hands.Romeo watched with a glint inHis eyes, ...