There's blood in my sheets
In most of my clothes
It's stained my carpet and towels
I can't escape it
There's blood under my nails
it's sticky on my skin
It's pumping through my veins
I can't escape it
Lamb's blood covers me
Sometimes I can't feel it
As I am lost in worldly struggles
But those around me tell me they can see it
The blood is everywhere
I am finally clean.
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Musings on Life from a Dead Girl
Poetry#2 in poetry July 2024 Poetry about the life of a girl.
