Blood Knot

I got a taste for blood last night.

It wasn’t yours,

It wasn’t his,

It wasn’t hers,

No.

I got a taste for blood last night and it was my own.

Sometimes I consider draining myself dry,

Sucking myself into sand

Come, watch me crumble.

I got a taste for the blood which runs

From my lips.

But nobody ever described self destruction like this,

I never considered I might enjoy it.

Because when you hold your hand out to me,

I refuse being saved.

There’s something masochistically fun about fading away,

About the red hot pain.

But no matter how I implode

Your hand returns,

I tell you I’m still hungry,

That I’ll always be starving,

I’ll never be satiated...

Because I got a taste for blood

And it’s my own.

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Alexandra Parapadakis

Sun 14th Feb 2016 11:57

Thanks for all the comments guys! Really appreciate it

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Robert Mann

Sat 13th Feb 2016 17:07

Alexandra - strangely compelling piece. Read it and read it again for maximum impact. Love it.
Rob

D P

Fri 12th Feb 2016 02:51

Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap

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raypool

Thu 11th Feb 2016 22:08

Gothic undertones, unsettling and compelling, with all sorts of subtle references just under the surface.

Fine work. Ray

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Andy N

Thu 11th Feb 2016 12:45

the last line works perfect here, Alexandra. another cracker! x

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Laura Taylor

Thu 11th Feb 2016 12:23

Beautifully wrought this blood knot.

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Graham Sherwood

Thu 11th Feb 2016 09:21

Good to see another piece Alexandra.

This one poses many questions. Self-destruction, love, a cry for help even?

There is the chance of a future, a hope, although it sounds like this will always be shrouded in doubt.

A very "now" poem, tapping into current themes.

Keep them coming.

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Tommy Carroll

Thu 11th Feb 2016 09:17

Tommy reads you. And reads your work. Tommy:-)

king_tayla

Thu 11th Feb 2016 03:49

Couldn't be anymore relatable to me right now. This is beautiful.

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