Bloodletting Poem by Bryony Sheldon
Bloodletting
Your love
Like blood
Dripping off my wrists
I'm lost
I'm damned
Cold without your kiss
You stroke
My skin
You know I can't resist
Your love
Sharpened
So I feel what it's like to live
I breathe
Your name
'Til it starts to hurt my ribs
I bleed
Your face
'Til I've got nothing more to give
Your love
Like blood
Dripping on the floor
I'm lost
I'm damned
I can't take any more
You stroke
My skin
But I can't take any more
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5/3/2024 8:17:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A tricky one to read and even trickier to comment on in all honesty. A poem that tells it at it is but there's chance and hope that things change. And change for the better, for there's only so far down you can venture and after that the only way is up. 10++ and hang in there Bryony. Take care and I wish you well.