The Taste Of Blood

The taste of blood

In the back of my throat

The dull

Metallic tang

 

There’s blood

On the pillow

On the duvet

On the bottom sheet

 

There’s blood

On my top

On my face

On my hands

 

And there’s blood

In the sink

Bright red

Stark against the

White

 

 

 

Did you ever love me

I whisper

 

And then the floor

Comes up to meet me

 

The darkness

Smothering

Your whispered

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