Angel in the valley of death,
foggy street lights
and the sun that has made its bed.
Walking along with red coat velvet,
no intention for danger.
Grayscale lenses.
Precious fists surrounded with roses,
just in case she is angered.
Hair flows like bokeh on city lights,
laced tights hug around her inner thighs.
Wings shine silver white.
A bloom garden underneath her waist,
theres no time to wait.
A hand over her mouth and an arm on her waist.
She's got a handgun in her face
and another on her pussy.
She cant run only her heart rate
and he’s being extremely pushy.
Petals fall
and there goes her fate.
Red thorn roses, mutilate.
*gun pops*
A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night.
About the Creator
Kz Martin
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