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Bleed
by Steven Craig
For a Thorn on a rose
This is a very short prose
Something you heed
When you no longer bleed
Leap, flinch, pinch, suck clean after the gore
Find your hand back into it desiring some more.
02/08/2013
Posted on 02/08/2013
Copyright © 2023 Steven Craig
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/09/13 at 06:33 AM I really like that fourth line. Nicely descriptive. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/09/13 at 07:56 AM Ghoulish stuff, but not without its wit and charm, thanks to the choice of vocabulary and construction. Like Halloween in February. |
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