slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Red Spray Can
Memories plagued my dreams and my waking hours. Memories of a not so distant past, that I wished dearly to forget. Every time I closed my eyes, those disastrous images flooded my mind. Red. Red everywhere. Sticky and dripping. Running down the giant walls of that giant’s home. Red red red. All over me, all over everything. Everywhere. A horrid reminder of what once was, and what will never be again.
By Morgan Christy Rickards5 years ago in Poets
