old blood spills out
dead brown and unnourished
soured blood my heart once bled for you
the bad blood i kept between us
the tissue once infected with your tar
is no longer dark, clotted,
or kept alive by indignation
it's out
bled out
you're gone
left my body
finally
3.26.2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
Romancelove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
