eye of the beholder

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited December 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the beauty of a drop of blood
as it hits the tiles
like a punch caught at
the exact moment of impact
it is pure
warm against cold
frozen in time.
beneath my skin
it trails blue
release it and it turns
red, angry at being free
as it drains and takes
my life with it
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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