It's a sin

The aphrodisiac relationship blood has with skin 

Yet, like with star crossed lovers they fight until forces give in

How alluring are the rubies that are magnified on skin

How  enchanting it seems when it's not within

How entrancing when it  glistens

And all that black pavement collecting the rubies like a glutton

It's the black and white car peeling away instantaneous 

The victory sirens fading away ravenous 

But why kill? 

And just like a cycle

both ruby and skin return to the earth

Back to its original place of birth





This poem is about: 
Our world


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