LITTLE RED FIDDLE

Written By Dakota Warren

Strings vibrate as the
bow is dragged through
my legs on a cold
powdery December day
cracking knuckles
warmed of friction
pink cheeks and purple toes laid bare
on crisp white sheets
as the cotton is ripped
lace is tripped on and
hot red tears melt the
ground
dripping dragging my eyes down
to hell, soul
safe and sound

Lucia Rosemary, 22, North Wales - UK ✯ IG: @seapoetess

"Whimsical Welsh Witch, I find my surroundings wind spells around me like tight ribbons. Poetry is the bow I tie to wrap these experiences into something worth consuming"

Dakota Warren
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