Ascendancy
The blood from your wrist
Splashes against my ivory face
Cascading me with color
Like pellets raining down
My strength begins to return
Thanks to your generosity
Your gift sustains me
And one day soon
I am sure
That you will come to me
And expect the same
So it shall be done
We can't live
Without each other
We would only die trying
Literally
Splashes against my ivory face
Cascading me with color
Like pellets raining down
My strength begins to return
Thanks to your generosity
Your gift sustains me
And one day soon
I am sure
That you will come to me
And expect the same
So it shall be done
We can't live
Without each other
We would only die trying
Literally
Published by Stephanie Alford
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3 Comments
Post a CommentI think your poetry expresses some kind of a need
I'd like to see you write about sunshine!
I really don't understand your facination with blood and wrist slashing.