My Blood

by Justine   Feb 21, 2006


I can feel the still warm blood dripping off my back into the prepared glass I'm holding.When the blood finally stops i hold my glass up to the light.I can see the dark crimson spirals swimming before my eyes.I take a deep breath,then I start to chug the blood.Almost immediately the glass slips from my bloody grasp and shatters on the floor.I fall to my knees and start to weep.what I've just drunk was not just blood,it was tainted.It was tainted with my life.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Sammii Hunter

    Hey...its sam.im adding u 2 mi favourites...sweet poem!