(no Title) 1 Poem by Kate Battye
(no Title) 1
Take me to the pit of my sick
twisted mind,
pictures, poems, words and thoughts
... float,
as blood drips slowly down.
Spreading from fold to fold,
soft white linen,
masked with sudden depair.
A body hangs, while minds sink,
arms linger, while eyes stare,
feet dangle, while lives end.
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