|And it was red. (standard:poetry, 75 words)|
|Author: kissofthehungry||Added: Jan 21 2005||Views/Reads: 1737/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Poem about nail polish and death|
She painted her nails red, shiny beautiful red It glittered in the sunlight Made her feel like a real lady It was a grand color that was tinted just right The color was fabulous and wealthy Giving her a quality sheen But she made so many bad choices It just didn't fit her life When they found her, her nails were painted that red... A rich shade that matched the blood that pooled around her. Tweet
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