Un-named Poem Fragment

Not all blood is red, sometimes we
bleed in heinous, beautiful spatterings of
gruesome black, splashing our disgorged
emotions onto once sterile pages.

... some wounds, simply will not heal.

Reviews

[Cherry Pepperweb]

When the pain is that thick, the blood is black...
I like this. It describes those moments when I just unleash my pen and pour my heart out.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Indeed Ms. Pepperweb ... indeed!!!