Blood Price

She could not be tempted
by sweet words or
perfumed flowers

By vows made under
changing moonlight
or jewels that shimmered
in the sun

What she demanded:

A heart exposed
and dissected
as the willing lover
bled out

Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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