Sangre Poem by Alyssa Lippi
Sangre
What has she done?
Looking down at the ground
she doesn't understand
the red stains
on her hands
the frozen, lifeless silhouette
the sirens in the distance
She notices a difference
at her side
something that was
, , once, ,
always there
O God.
No.
And she knows
bc she had been told
Pick him, , again, ,
and I'm gone,
let him hurt you,
fool you,
use you,
one.more.time
And I'm gone
Pick him and leave me
, , again, ,
And I'm GONE
Suddenly she feels the razor sharp pain
as the shards of her heart pierce her lungs
She understands
Sangre
Out of control feelings, out of control actions. Life is short enough, a wonder why the survival instinct sometime fuzzes to the point of ending it in that way you describe. Better to leave that which blocks you. Pray for Courage. Find your Faith, Live your Life and Beg for Mercy when mind muddles and spins off into a dangerous other. Then Welcome your Worthiness for Love and Open your Heart Door. With Godly Grace, your Salvation and Happiness are Waiting for You. Then you can cry and be grateful You made it. Thanks for the spark.
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