Alisia Robinson

Alisia Robinson Sep 2012

A Soul

I want to cut into me

Tear into my flesh

Pull it apart bit by bit

Separate muscle and classify anatomy

Drain blood and watch it congeal

Collect bone, and deflate lungs

Hold my heart and squeeze;feel

With only skin, eyes and brain

I want to see if where my heart was , if there is a soul

while struggling with depression, and finding myself this is what I came up with.

Alisia Robinson Sep 2012

Blood On My Hands

No Matter how hard I try
Washing them
The Blood doesnt come off
This Blood
Of Men, Women, and Children
Have stained me
Inside Out
So Many Innocent…
I think to myself will I ever be forgiven
Once I return
for the blood on my hands ?

To be in the shoes of a solider who, may have done something they may not be proud of.

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