Blood SoakedA Poem by StacyPerryAlive within death
No matter what they do or what they
say
the blood flows freely anyway, the pool grows, filled with sin the blood soaked body stands after the swim, tired and tattered the dead seems to walk, the bloody one stops in front of me to talk I hear the whisper with her throat slit, She said to me "let's go sit" we walk together as I stare at the trail, the blood flowed freely as a wind and sail after I sat and she did stand, the blood soaked woman walks to the sand she turns to me and whispers a goodbye, as she walked into the ocean and waited to die. © 2010 StacyPerry |
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Added on February 21, 2010Last Updated on February 21, 2010 AuthorStacyPerryAshtabula, OHAboutI have another profile on here I can not get into, so I had to start a new one. Please read ALL of my Poetry and Writings on this page and my old site on here [in which I have a lot of work.....*a tea.. more..Writing
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