love don’t wrong me for the carved slit
my blood wanted to meet you
a Postmortem Testament
not a drop of blood
Away from me,
You flow within
Into the Black Sea
A heart tossed across
Like a pebble into air
And the violent sea within
Has to appease her fury
A thirst that twined into oblivion
dead leaves crumpled, red.
A dismembered hope
Of planting a nerve in the blue
The drums were me
The bass, the acoustic, the metal veins
My gypsy skirt into support stand
I rendered beats
I rendered a play
not a drop of blood
away from me,
You flow within
into me.
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