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Blood
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Darkness Blood
The bright crimson oozes
from my broken, torn melting heart.
The blood stains my white poet’s blouse scarlet
As it slowly seeps down.
The torture of a love not fulfilled.
The pain is like electric shocks
Through to my very soul.
The Reaper’s
dead cold brittle fingers
clutch at my throat.
I smile into his jade eyes
and nod toward his silver scythe.
“Be done with it!”
“The pain I cannot take any more.
Copyright Jeanne Brickman
