Bloody Valentine Poem by Vladimir Kristus

Bloody Valentine



The blade.
It penetrates the skin.
It forms tears of blood upon my arm.
The pain.
It hurts for a second.
It stops after a while.
The blood.
It slowly runs down my arms to my finger tips.
It drips off of my hands to the paper.
A present from me to you.
A gift.
A token of my love.
This is my Bloody Valentine.

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Vladimir Kristus

Vladimir Kristus

Little Rock, Arkansas
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