Blue Ribbon

A favorite.

I fell yesterday
and tasted blood
mixed with chocolate.
I fallen hard and screamed;
no-one came though. I was dead.
In the air flew my pretty blue ribbon

I watched my pretty blue ribbon
all during yesterday
when I lived. Before being dead,
I noticed my blood,
thick and runny, as I screamed.
My tongue longed for chocolate.

The bitter chocolate
lay still upon my lips. My blue ribbon
caught within a winds' lonely scream.
It was only yesterday
I hadn't known the meaning of blood-
I hadn't known I would be dead.

Now that I'm dead
I taste but the chocolate
and no longer full of pulsing blood.
My pretty blue ribbon
lost somewhere from yesterday;
I remember I hadn't screamed.

I wish I had screamed-
maybe I wouldn't be dead.
Soon though, I'll be forgotten like yesterday,
and become lost in a sea of chocolate.
My pretty blue ribbon
covered in dried, old blood.

Dripping from my mouth the blood
sealed my lips from screaming.
I miss my pretty blue ribbon
somewhere I know it's dead
like me. Oh bitter chocolate
my last meal of yesterday.

It was only yesterday I first saw blood.

How venomous chocolate and screams still lingered
while death killed my pretty blue ribbon.

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