Friday, 28 February 2014

BLOOD SPILL



the morning wont open its eyes

 and
when
it
does
last nights blood spill
has
lost
its vivid glow

 the red shine
dots of rust now

 like
scaffold
rain
or
buttons popped off my undone flesh


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