(no Title) 1 - Poem by Kate Battye
Take me to the pit of my sick
pictures, poems, words and thoughts
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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