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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Not all wounds are self-inflicted, but all blood ours alone.

Submitted: February 26, 2008

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As the thorns of my lily
Prick my fingers
I feel
Blood
Sweet and distinguishable
Never mistaken for tears
I can see the pool
The puddle
Deep crimson
Black
I feel
Blood
I see it
Hear it
Smell it
Taste it
How can it be so surreal
While so real
More real than you
Or I
More real than this reality
We call home
Why a lily
With thorns
That dig deeper
Deeper
I feel
Blood
It falls heavy upon the ground
Deeper
I know it
As it knows me
Shallow
Hollow
Hallowed as the ground upon which it falls
It calls to me
Deeper
It pierces my flesh
As the thorns of my lily
Pierce my fingers
Deeper
I feel it…
Blood.


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