Kate Battye

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Bleeding - Poem by Kate Battye

Goose-pimples bristle up my
hunched spine,
as the thin line of red
appears,
loosely spreading across the
cut,
forming a stationary red dot.

The cut fits in perfectly,
it gets lost in the crowd,
slowly blending in,
on a once perfect surface.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 28, 2011



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