Blood between the walls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
family first

Submitted: February 06, 2009

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Blood between the walls
 
A family’s generosity
Tallies a debt that mauls
Hangs up pictures with crooked frames
And stalls
As the nail strikes a cellulite mine
Tap the well and drain it dry
There’s too much blood between these walls
 
Unravels like a ball of yarn
The knots will show in time
Threads strung from heart to forearm
And tugs till you fall
Because no buckets could stop this tide
There’s too much blood between these walls
 
Disintegrating blood to water
That’s thicker than sand
An infertile womb
Giving birth to a most over looked brood
So, confine yourself in rotten wood
And picture frames
A termite’ thought for food
Not unlike your own mother
Passing hand-me-downs of blood
To flood the self-desired empty spaces
Between your walls
Now collect all the dust of your wasted years
And pour them in your children’s ears
 
Unravels like a ball of yarn
The knots will show in time
Threads strung from heart to forearm
And tugs till you fall
Because no buckets could stop this tide
There’s too much blood between these walls
 
Your children’s songs raise alarms
Shatters glass
And causes problems that should have made a smile pass
You’re a fugitive from flaws
Plugging leaky holes
With the most beautiful blessings
 Of them all
But don’t you lose sleep
And fret
All your sweet regrets
Will come rushing back
When all your children are gone
And that blood you bled
Comes breaking though
Those hastily fortified walls
It’s not like no one never said
There’s too much blood between those walls
 
 
 
 


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