Crimson Solitaire Poem by MARINA GIPPS

Crimson Solitaire

Rating: 5.0


Blood rushes up and down.
I am more sensitive
than my veins.
I sit and sit
without giving my blood
any thought, or why it is
that I bleed so badly
when I am cut
so tenderly.

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MARINA GIPPS

MARINA GIPPS

Chicago, Illinois
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