~ Rare Blood
By Manicmuze
rare blood slithers through me typed RH negative a flash flood of unknowns spills out in these poems in a blink of burgundy my pen is lazy, raw in its form, the words, like scabs torn off won't stop bleeding antibodies feed on each other the page, a grave for indecent burials black dirt, hurt the tears of a widow vultures circle overhead as what lies dead in a puddle of blood twitches on the paper Written January 28th, 2002 © on Nov 09 2002 10:18 AM PST, Wendy Hammond 0 • 10
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"rare blood ..."