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Poem Details
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| Title: | Blood |
| Author: | Anonymous |
| Date Submitted: | 8/28/2012 |
| Poem: |
I cut myself easily these days Like opening an onion Although not as often For human blood is a very special condiment that should be reserved for special occasions such as when I am unrecognisable floating forty feet above the body that sometimes belongs to me twirling a box cutter on a black granite cloud while looking for signs of life below. I need something else to think about then To write my recent history on someone else''s flesh in bloody hieroglyphs of my own invention To come back to earth. And let the pain come screaming out in great flaming red gouts of bitter regret... |