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Blood Transfusions.

Poetry By: ESHerrera

Fill me up. I'm begging you.

Submitted:Feb 28, 2013    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

When I cut myself that one time in May
when things looked so pretty outside my window
and the warm sun created
lace shadows
on my bedroom floor
(It was on accident,
of courseā€¦),
I think I let something
pour out with
the crimson rivers
(that stained the lace forever)
because ever since then
my veins have seemed dry
and the blood transfusions
are not helping anymore.


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