Like a clawed fist inside me
Clenching and tearing ribbons, slowly and painfully
Draining the life essence from within me
Converging into a thick crimson river
Dripping between my thighs and pooling around my feet
Squeezing... like blood - red lemons holding that red juice
Pouring...
The acrid smell rising and the acid burning my raw flesh
As tattered pieces liquefy
I lay half fainted and gasping
The pain bringing hot tears to my eyes
And as the red hues stain that white linen
Drip...
Between scattered dusk
Where dropped do crimson flowers flourish and bleed?
That was up to me to decide until
My eyes were stolen away as I woke from a broken dream
The mirrored pieces floating around me
I lay there bleeding until I could no longer
I sighed and closed my eyes, relived of the pain
An explosion of red, and I was no more
Until the Broken Cycle of Life begins once again...
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100 Peices of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
