poetry
staining the paper
gushing from my pen
blood from a festering wound
the blood
red as burning anger
anger,
red as blood
pumping through corrupted veins
then exploding out
soaking the sink
anger
blood
pain
beautifully terrible
poetry pouring from my veins
and staining the paper with
blood
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Words are Knives
Poetryperhaps night is dark to provide us less distraction from our nightmares. Ranking: #267 in Poetry #144 in Poetry