Heart Of Hearts Poem by Delilah Miller

I need to write.
I think I want to write.
I hurt my knee tonight
and the blood leaked out, red.
It was dark like pomegranate or apple,
the forbidden fruit.
Blood must be the color of sin
and the color stuck in my head.
It flows in my head;
in my heart of heart it flows, the red pumps in.

I wonder whose seen such red.
Red showered across battlefields.
Those shed too much red are dead,
some red on their own hands or walls.
Too much sin and you're out,
a lifetime of strikes.
The game I thought about,
the 'necessary evil' of war and torture,
How communal is the red sin
that even my heart of hearts pumps red in.

And out.
The red flows out.
My blood is a whisper from a shout
and the red turns blue fast.
Blue is the sea, and what it means to me
is calm but changing; whose changing?
Red goes in and out
And I thought about,
when you 'can't have the good without the bad'
If the world worked like it should,
we'd know it was good.

Like your taste buds know sweet without sour.
I'm full of red and
I need it to live.
But it will not change
Unless I put the bandage on, if I have the power,
change a bleeding world, to stop this sin
that's swirling in me, pouring out.
Red comes, hear it shout,
as my heart of hearts pumps red sin back in.