BLOOD

This poem is about anger, and its aftermath.

BLOOD

It makes the grass grow
And it makes feelings flow
And it makes people go
Away

I feel it rising, hot and heavy
Like a torrent, breaking through the levee
But then, it just goes
Away

And then I’m there with my feelings frayed
Looking at the mess I’ve made
Wishing against hope that you would just
Stay

Lino cut by the author. Photoshop magic done by J Cobbett.

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