Drip, drip, drip... blood on the floor
Can't stop the blood; it's coming... more and more
I've dropped the blade to get a rag
To mop up the blood that holds my pain
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Meagan, Excellent write on a difficult subject. You have a lot of talent. Keep writing, it's a great release. Brian
the dark times no escape they come to us all the dim hum of despair all lost and yet somewhere a poem elopes with the heart and gives joy to the world