Her Blood is Mine

“Her Blood is Mine” is a poem written in a unique style. “Confessions of a Poet” is meant to be a follow-up of this poem and will be posted tomorrow. A video of this poem being read aloud is available in the spoken word section of this website. Originally written in July of 2020.

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She is my blood

Her blood on my hands

My hands on my mind

Her mind in mine

My scream is hers

Her blood on my knife

My knife cuts through nothing

Nothing is she

I feel nothing.

Knife drawn to my skin

My skin made of marble

Marble breaks knife

Knife shards hit the floor

The floor is the sky

The sky has the moon

The moon reflects sunlight.

The sun is now moon

The moon is now knife

Knife shards glisten

Glistening stars

Stars in the sky

The sky on the floor

The floor in my kitchen

In my kitchen she stands

She stands immortal.

Forever she will bleed

Her blood will fill my lungs

My lungs made of fabric

Fabricate the evidence

Evidently she feeds me

Feeds me her blood

Her blood is my blood

My blood drowns me

Drowning, I am alive.

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