I Bleed Words Sometimes


I let blood spill all over my white gown,

My Hands,

My Temple,

My Feet,

My Paper,

My Morsel,

My Drink,

My Soul,

My Spirit,

My Life,

My Dreams.

I let his blood spill all over me.Image

My 17th Contribution to NaPoWriMo.

4 responses

  1. Woah. What a different style of writing. Impressive.

    April 19, 2013 at 11:46 pm

    • Again… I’m honoured! 🙂

      April 19, 2013 at 11:50 pm

  2. Rage. Sublime rage. I could hear the poem in my head, not only read it.

    April 20, 2013 at 12:16 pm

    • May be next time you can sing it to yourself too 😀

      April 20, 2013 at 2:04 pm

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