Bed (poetry)

Here lies
A bed of thorn
And on the seventh day
Revenge is born

No compromise
Tongue forewarned
And on the seventh day
The world will mourn

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

You mean it’s been two days since I dropped you a poem? Unacceptable.

Look what arrived. Heaven. Prescribed. 👀

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