I wait for blood
its truth
its obvious truth
sometimes I strain
but there's always blood
so I wait
Thank you Skintimate
and Mach razors
for slippery open wounds
that leave scars
to send diluted
streams of blood away
I wait for blood
as I wait for beauty and color
I pray for color
but not for blood
as I know it comes
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