My Heart Is A Blood Stain Poem by Erika Conti

My Heart Is A Blood Stain



My heart is a blood stain

My mind was a yantra
calm and pure like tulips

He woke up all the sleeping beasts in me
with a single whisper.

They remind me that they're starving
and I turn into a monster
as I let myself go
to somewhere within
where there is no light nor peace

My mind is dizzy
My heart is a blood stain.

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