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.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
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Ann-
Your poetry is amazing, moving, and heart felt. Thank you for sharing it.
Gato
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