Prose & VersePubs

Amor Rouge

Red roses, red baloons, tiny little red hearts,
His red voice cascading through the headset,
red dreams, red Valentine
Swoooosh
red blood splattered,


She didn’t hear the rush of the black dark engine

whistling through the black dark tracks…

Author: monami mukherjee

Poet, Blogger, Undergrad Professor. Literature and film enthusiast. Excited about both critical and creative writing.

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