Tuesday, November 16, 2010

blood-lust paper cut

it's almost instinctive,
bringing your finger
to your lips
your tongue meets the cut
and the metallic taste
is sharp
for a moment
clearing the layer of dust
from a place in your memory
but somehow
the fear
and those things you felt
aren't so far away
as you watch the
red shine
fill the grooves of your fingerprint

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