Dirty blood red roses.

Crying Over Spilt Blood

~Poetry~

*Strong Language Warning*

They say blood is thicker than water
So is honey
And you can catch lots of flies
Without vinegar
Who in the fuck really cares?
A fly-eating toad
Which of course I am not
Should I care?
No; and yet I do so deeply
Bad blood
It has become soiled between us
Spilled out
Upon infertile, uncared-for earth
So polluted
Poisoned with lost trust and failure
Yet it’s home
All that I know was grown right here
Though sick
Slowly dying its shallow roots ache
Leap of faith
Into that deep unknown darkness
Live or die
I can stay here not a moment longer

Thank You For Reading

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