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October 04, 2006
Sharp
It pulses,
thrumming true and sweet
through frozen blood,
Shattering, a battle cry
from lips unsealed by
redredred so dark they
tremble. And it twists,
wrenches, deep and so
Sharp this anguish.
Because we were all young and frightened,
once.
thrumming true and sweet
through frozen blood,
Shattering, a battle cry
from lips unsealed by
redredred so dark they
tremble. And it twists,
wrenches, deep and so
Sharp this anguish.
Because we were all young and frightened,
once.
1 Comments:
God, I adore this poem so much. The imagery is just amazing-- I can really see the dark red and blood and darkness. And I love the ending. Bravo!
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