Bloodied fingers, set small skins apart the bones that crunch in the jaws of the dog. I am the birds feathers, strewn across the grass. Droplets of sweat, saliva, and blood permeate the air. Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! If you would like to be…
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Freehand Poem #4: BLOOD (Revision)
Free Hand #4 (version one) The blood that seeps into Cracks and crevices of rock and stone. Tile, carpet, wood. Painting painting Painting the night with a sweetest, irony Scent. Touch the edge, smear the finger tips. Rouge the red, on the bathroom floor. Parts of you, parts of us all, in the blood On…