Blood Spill Poem by Sister Frances
Blood Spill
Tear the flesh that
Binds me to you
Blood that drips
Down veins so blue
Cut..cut...deeper
See the red spill
Onto the floor
It drips...drips at will
Yet I am nothing
If we are apart
I'll rip..rip out
My empty heart
There it I lies
On a stone floor
No beat.. no beat
No life no more
What a fabulous creation..! Cut.. cut deeper see see the red spill.. sensational.. the piece of work is commendable
I detect a Gothic-ness here, with the gloom & violence - - Mary Shelley would have liked this! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 10:23:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
loved this exquisite piece of poetry. The emotions on lost love flows to bleed hearts of the readers..