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Trauma with Blood
I am often asked,
Why it is I lose balance
And see stars,
Amongst a blackness,
At the sight of blood shed by another?
While I willingly pick,
And bite,
And pull
The skin off my fingers
Until...
I declare myself satisfied.
Until...
They bleed.
Rather than feeling faint
And squeamish,
I slurp up my blood droplets...
Into my mouth,
Onto my tongue.
Tasting
What makes....
Me.
Maybe that's why
It doesn't make me sick.
@AngryEarthWitch
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Why it is I lose balance
And see stars,
Amongst a blackness,
At the sight of blood shed by another?
While I willingly pick,
And bite,
And pull
The skin off my fingers
Until...
I declare myself satisfied.
Until...
They bleed.
Rather than feeling faint
And squeamish,
I slurp up my blood droplets...
Into my mouth,
Onto my tongue.
Tasting
What makes....
Me.
Maybe that's why
It doesn't make me sick.
@AngryEarthWitch
© All Rights Reserved
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