Before I Bled
A breakup "nonet" love poem
Before I was a bleeding heart, I
was {{ruby starfall}}: your cosmic
flame of red. Cerise finesse,
bursts—in blushed chests: we were
scarlet zest (before
I bled): before
you left my
texts on
“read”.
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-Gina C. 🧚♀️✨
About the Creator
Gina C.
Poet | Author | Architect of Worlds
Sowing stories rooted in culture, origin, metamorphosis, resilience, language & love via fantasy, myth, magical realism & botanical prose
Writing my novel!🧚🏻♀️🐉✨
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from death into life
Young Aldin of Wiloh had never contemplated death. It was almost strange — so many around him had the tendency to obsess over it, to clamor and claw almost desperately at their own perceptions of the end to know death as much as they could: when it would come, why it would come, where it would take them when it did.
By angela hepworth4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (10)
Oooh yes I love the ending word here 'read' like 'red' very cleverly done!
I hate being left on read. I don't deal well with rejection or being ignored 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Your Nonet hit me so hard and I loved it!
What a beautiful concept. I adore bleeding hearts - the flower, I mean.
I love reading these, anticipating the last word and this one had quite a sad impact on the realization that they are not going to respond. Great work as always Gina C.
"Cerise finesse" - I love this. Your language is always so vivid and evocative, Gina. This was beautifully done. 💗
Wow! I absolutely love this! Nice job!
Impressive choice reds here! Beautiful and sad 🥹
I really like this one.
That was really sad 😔 beautifully written and expressed.
Nice poem.