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Bleeding poetry

By Cecilia Maria CimminoPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
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I have a hole in my chest.

The blood drips fresh and hot,

It wetting my hands and shaking knees.

I can't think straight,

but at the same time I see everything too clearly.

I was born wrong.

I'm a genetic mistake.

And I deserve to suffer.

People give me what I deserve.

Eternal affliction.

But I fight to have love.

To touch it and feel it. Feel its sacred heat.

Some people are in front of me.

Sometimes, they hurt me.

But they often give me love.

This life is worth living.

I'm worth it.

I remain.

I resist.

But I bleed.

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About the Creator

Cecilia Maria Cimmino

Hello, I'm Cecilia, an Italian writer and artist.

I like write long and short novels. My stories are especially of genre: sci-fi, horror, gothic, fantasy and psychological.

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  • Kendall Defoe 2 months ago

    Not bad... 💔

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