Wednesday, November 23, 2005

The blood runs down
over my knees and ankles
large splashes of angry color
and mean pains.
The pool of crimson grows and grows
until it covers the earth;
there is nothing left in me,
I drown the world.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ann-

Your poetry is amazing, moving, and heart felt. Thank you for sharing it.


Gato