Tonight I bleed
…do you see my blood, taste it.
Do you feel my blood? Flowing from me.
Do you see my blood? The hue of bruised poppies in July’s hot sun.
Metallic tang. Iron taste.
Smell my blood. Tears from my heart.
Each tiny slow congealing droplet a memory
A worry. A regret. A sigh from this heart
… life’s sadness and inequality
… your hurt and my pain
Blood was my hope, No tears my dream…
….. but… I bleed tonight.
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