"You can't take a picture of this. It's already gone."

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

e n o u g h

In the long scheme of things
I hope you brought cups
and buckets
and bathtubs
for my blood.

I hope you love the color
I hope you like crimson and how
warm it all feels.

It's fresh,
I promise.

Every time you've asked,
I've bled for you.
It's only blood.

I just wonder
in the back of my head
how much blood can one person bleed?
When have I bled enough?

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