Blood On My Hands Poem by Pierre Pabstel

Blood On My Hands



I wake up
In a corner, on a wall
Drowsy and half asleep
I walk down the hall

I see blood dripping
From everywhere
With a bloody body
Hanging over there

Horror overcomes
I put my hands to my face
A sticky, wet feeling
My heart starts to race

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Pierre Pabstel

Pierre Pabstel

New Brunswick, Canada
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