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Life Blood

She asked me if I knew,
And I had to say, "No."
So she told me.
The truth was painful,
It scraped my throat
As I swallowed it down.
In my eyes
She saw the tears,
And in my words
Our pain was mingled.
Light purple venom
Coursed in my veins
When I asked her
If she would leave.
But when she didn't,
The venom turned to blood.

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elPintor

Thu 2nd Feb 2017 22:16

Very emotionally complex without too much language. And, the idea of blood to venom and back again says so much about how conflict with a loved one can play out in our minds--truly inspired.

elP

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Juan Pablo Lynch

Thu 2nd Feb 2017 04:00

Beautiful. I could easily put myself in the persona's shoes without ever having experienced something like it....What came to mind was abortion/ miscarriage. The title seems to hint at this being the case but the poem is open to interpretation which is really nice.

Juan

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