Delicate Blood

by kiley   May 21, 2008


Delicate blood
rich and red
dripping...

Each cut, each scar
conjures my mind with memories
they tell a story

Deep and wide
making its way inside
making it forever there

drip, drip, drip...

The sweet smell of fresh blood
streaming down my arm...
feeling no pain
nothing at all

Always up or down
never down and out
side to side
never ending

Tears and blood mix together
creating a rose
sharp and bright
so beautiful and stunning

Delicate blood
rich and red
forever kept
they tell my story

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  • 16 years ago

    by David

    Wow! Powerful expression with a little bit of words. I loved it. I loved the platform you used to deliver this poem. It hit home. My little homie died of a miss-cut to his wrist. He was 13. :(

    Keep writing powerful poems.
    ~ David

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