Blood Vessel

John Edward Smith Jr.

It should be nothing
if not living breathing color
spilled for the amusement
of your soldiers
part time lovers
junkies
children under cars
Christ wielders
and bystanders

for me it is
the terminus of all things
life lines ripped away
watch this shit
She makes it a surety
that my death will set in
an altered state of bliss
to be reckoned with
by no one on Earth
and as the sun begins 
its blazing descent
through my window
I smash myself up accordingly
knowing in a river of blood
this crashing halt comes early



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