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Hemophobia
Is a fear of seeing blood.
That never stopping
Red torrent flood.
I never used to fear it
When I'd prick my skin.
Longing to see the red beads
Wherr the stream would begin.
But then the day came
Of my brother screaming in pain
A huge gash in his hand
In buckets the blood came.
My brother decided not to listen
And to be a little ass.
Refusing to clean up the bottom stair
Covered in broken glass.
And then I was in my room
Playing board games
When I heard my brother screaming
"Help me!" And calling out our names.
No one moved to help him
My brother was known for his jokes
But then my father screamed
And my mother began to choke.
My other brother and i came over
And bile began to flood.
Because all the way around the house
Was a thick long trail of blood.
They rushed him to the emergency room
Leaving me at home.
And I had to clean up his mess
All on my own.
my hands were unhurried
As if my motions were like mud
And from that day I'd go nuts
At the sight of blood.
