Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read • Contests • Groups • Learn • Forums • Store • Help
 

In the absence of blood

No knife blade
Wept across my skin
No sticky ooze
Dripped
No welling cuts gaped open
With smiling clown faces

There was just you
Afraid
And my white, exhausted face
Sick
And unable to reach
My goal.

    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    • Line numbers  • Invite them to read
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments


  • Wandering Woodchuck silver member
    February 27
    Edit | Reply
    Nicely done. Short and sweet and full of meaning. Great job.

    Mike