The Red Stuff

SerenWise

Blood has a peculiar colour

As it drips from my heart,

My mind, my mouth

And elsewhere...

Leaving elegant trails

On wet porcelain.

A caged cacophony;

It's not ink that I lack,

But paper.

 

 It's always in the dead of night

When those horrors

Come to light,

But they're still around

In the daytime too.

They just hide behind bustle,

Normality, vapid smiles.

As the blood creeps

Through my veins by day,

But stains my pillows bright

By night.

  • Author: SerenWise (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2020 14:05
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Goldfinch60

    Sad emotive write SerenWise, may that blood change to ink for you to write more words on the page.

    Andy



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