My Superior Vena Cava vein pulses throughout my whole neck,
Up and down my arms, it’ll even throb inside my head.
Stainless steel serrated rage, forcing it through my bare chest.
Bled in and out my heart as I prepared for an ugly death.
Exterior fatal open wounds will never heal fast enough to not hurt.
And the pain is slowly killing me.
Time machine mayhem, go back in time to say my last words.
I’ll even go back willingly.
The Superior Vena Cava web in me is my own bloody mess.
To and fro my works but not the same as all the rest.
Clear, intoxicating, poisonous..shit’s attaching to the bone-marrow.
Cupid had a handgun, but he shot me with his bow and arrow.
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Desmond Razzano
My name is Desmond, and I have a love and passion for writing of all kinds, especially poetry! Most of the content I write about reflects more of my experiences and my pain, and my joy! Every entry or story I post was written by me.
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I have been taking some time away from writing. I haven't forgotten about Vocal, the truth is I just have been too busy pursuing other things to write online and honestly, my little family and I just had a really hard month between the flu and a weird eye infection/cold circulating our house. I'm currently sipping some warm peppermint tea because my throat is sore.
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