Blood is life and it is leaking

A.B. Dibble

Bleeding is only natural to me,

Its a way of life,

the way i lead,

whether it be tears,

or blood,

i cry,

Even though the sun shines down on me,

She trickles from my veins,

He drops from my eyes,

in a puddle so bitterly,

I am triage.

I am bandaged.

The End

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