Pink Water.2

Fri, 04/22/2022 - 12:28 -- A_pple

Blood stains everything,


It has stained my hands

My hair, my shower.

But tears,

They’re invisible.

But carry much more of me than blood,

As tears fall,

I lose myself, 

As tears fall,

I slowly leave.

But blood,

My matter,

What flows through me,

With slow pumps,

Awakes me.

It carries my mother,

My father, my past,

It rids me of them,

I stand alone.

Tears for they wound me,

Blood for their hate.

Tears for my incompetence,

Blood for my pain.

Mixed together,

They end me.


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