I came into the world early
spitting, screaming, clinging
already growing hair from
a blush colored birthmark on my scalp
my hair grows and I do too.
Outside I scrape my knee and
**** the blood from it, hoping
that will take the hurt away
I find the hurt years later
in front of a bar where a
handsome demon is offering
a whiskey, promising beauty and goodness
if I only drink his blood. Wait.
I've been here before. This is
my mother's dream. She drops
her spatula at the stove
when I tell her of it
in waking hours. *Did you drink
it this time? Did you drink it?*
She begs.
Yes mother - I drank his blood
then I came here and
went to bed.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
I came into the world early
spitting, screaming, clinging
already growing hair from
a blush colored birthmark on my scalp
my hair grows and I do too.
Outside I scrape my knee and
**** the blood from it, hoping
that will take the hurt away
I find the hurt years later
in front of a bar where a
handsome demon is offering
a whiskey, promising beauty and goodness
if I only drink his blood. Wait.
I've been here before. This is
my mother's dream. She drops
her spatula at the stove
when I tell her of it
in waking hours. *Did you drink
it this time? Did you drink it?*
She begs.
Yes mother - I drank his blood
then I came here and
went to bed.
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