The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
As I clutched the glass in my grasp
I saw a flashback to my past
The blood of Christ, the heart of God
Reappeared right there at twelve o’clock
As clouds drifted by and tall trees swayed
In the graves, descendants laid
The elixir of life stood before me
Drained from the Holy Tree
Fiction © Copyright Asena Lourenco
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She would like to be a teacher and writer when she grows up. She also loves cats and babies!