Trauma with Blood

I am often asked,Why it is I lose balanceAnd see stars,Amongst a blackness,At the sight of blood shed by another? While I willingly pick,And bite,And pullThe skin off my fingersUntil…I declare myself satisfied.Until…They bleed. Rather than feeling faintAnd squeamish,I slurp up my blood droplets…Into my mouth,Onto my tongue. TastingWhat makes….Me.Maybe that’s whyIt doesn’t make meContinue reading “Trauma with Blood”

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