You cut my skin in six different places, and fill six cups of blood from my bleeding wounds, then you leave my corpse to dry under the sun for six days, putting your curse on my family for six generations. One day, I'll wake up from my heavy death and take my turn to dance on the corpse of your bloody generation and the blood that your tribe drank will drain for many years to come.
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Wisdom From the Dark Side. (#Wattys2015)
PoetryA bundle of dark poems and short poetic stories from life experiences and a great love of poetry and literature. -We hope you enjoy it. -Don't forget to vote and comment. My daughter and I share this experience. -Written by: Michel and Carmen Ahwach.
