Where My Blood Predicts You · The Art of Poetry

Where My Blood Predicts You

I feel fractured

Everywhere

The currency for my thoughts has multiplied and

I can barely eat

The distress of my heart has set me on its tracks

But I remain bound, refusing to retreat

I am aching to lift myself up but my spine has webbed, gone wayward

To feel so much less.. the absence of you feels like a murder

The wage for this beauty has gored me,

But the universe whispers “hurt her”

And I welcome the pain like a prize

So now, in varying stages of undress, my soul has reached her limit

I’ll venture out into the dead of night, in disguise

Always drifting to ruins and empty rooms,

Where my blood predicts you to be

The rivets of my spirit struggling to hold me as one

I cannot float among the tragedy of it anymore,

A gentle willing corpse

I cannot compromise the time I have left,

It is so little, it is so lost.

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Where My Blood Predicts You

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