R - evolution

I am burning.
I am seething on the inside!
Drunk on transformation,
I am filled to the brim with wine.

Blood splashes over the lip of my cup 
and I will it to seep from my wrists,
like velvet ribbons of crimson mercy
that creep and crawl and twist.

Bloodletting come and purge these plethoras!
And drink me up like silk.
And wash me down in gilded glaze,
of Hathor’s sacred milk.

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Permalink Reply by Leigh Lemay on December 24, 2012 at 1:51

Thanks Catherine!  :)  You know, after reading your comment...I realised that a fair bit of poetry I write, features blood.  Interesting....

Permalink Reply by Nuray Ozturk on December 24, 2012 at 13:11

I am in love with your poetry! Wow, that was excellent!! 

Permalink Reply by Leigh Lemay on December 24, 2012 at 18:29

Thanks so much Nuray...You guys are giving me a confidence boost.  Nice! :)

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