Blood Poem by Arche Vixen

Blood



Blood

Are you bleeding yet?
Can I help you bleed?

Look. The shine of the dark red fluid, all over me.
Taste. The metallic lustre of blood, all so addictive.
Hear. The slow, melancholic dripping of it on the floor.
Smell. The delight of its sinful fragrance.
Feel. The lukewarm fluid turning cold, coagulating.

Are you bleeding yet?

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