Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
felicia-cPoems
my anemic blood the color of saffron is running out of my back and into the bathwater my sister is screaming quarter past a freckle and she jumps out the metal faucet where the water pours out in gallons is sharper than I thought it was.
0
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
1996
my anemic blood the color of saffron is running out of my back and into the bathwater my sister is screaming quarter past a freckle and she jumps out the metal faucet where the water pours out in gallons is sharper than I thought it was.
March 2014
#blood#memory#sisters#bathtub
felicia-c
Written by
felicia-c
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem