The wound

by glittergirl---cancer - Not entered

I bleed 
with the frailty
of a fresh wound,
deep and flowing,
clotting 
with hurt and disgust
onto
your favorite shoes.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1999-03-09 06:00:12
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:59
Poem ID: 52061

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