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The Lady, Blood

Her Iron Red Mistress

By Rii PiercePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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The Lady, Blood
Photo by Mathilda Khoo on Unsplash

You don’t know Blood

Until you’ve tasted mine

Filled with its hollow beating fear

Crystallized iron

Disorganized platelets in a vacuous sea

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You don’t know Blood

Til you’ve watched it drain from your veins

A valiant escape

Only to be swept away or crushed

Under the mighty gauze

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You don’t know Blood

It’s only thicker than water if you keep it that way

Trickling, bursting, splattering, spraying

A vindictive spurt of joy fresh from the jugular

Screaming with glee as it finally breaks free

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You don’t know Blood

She pulses and writhes a wild beast

Coursing with violent intent

Just waiting to boil and fill your eyes blind

Finally her moment to take reigns

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You Don’t Know Blood

She doesn’t realize what power and control she has over you

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It never occurred to her that she’s keeping you alive

And it never will

Her tunnel vision is too narrow and all she feels is caged

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You don’t know Blood.

You would want to if you did.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Rii Pierce

(She/her.)Words have inexplicable power. ONE word has the power to change any situation just as quickly as it takes to form. Avid writer, voracious reader, compelled activist, and anxious creator, I am newly embracing what I have to offer.

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