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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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Thanks Catherine! :) You know, after reading your comment...I realised that a fair bit of poetry I write, features blood. Interesting....
I am in love with your poetry! Wow, that was excellent!!
Thanks so much Nuray...You guys are giving me a confidence boost. Nice! :)
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