Red Dress

By J. Lynne Moore

Red dress fell,
With a story to tell;
Crumpled and torn,
Last time worn.

Smooth as snake skin,
Caused many a sin.
Went with her smile,
Was just her style.

Rocked the club,
But that’s the rub;
Then came apart,
He stopped her heart.

A red dress fell,
With a story to tell;
Crumpled in the rain,
Red as the stain.

One last trip,
Body bag zip…
Red dress quite…still…
Red…dressed the kill!

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