Your navel is bleeding

Your navel is bleeding.

A continuous stream
of the raw and the red.

You watch the bleeding.

A gloomy, ghostly gaze
of apathy.

It's the cords that worry.

And the blood.

The blood.




Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-10-09 at 03:04

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Nathalia
Scary, yet moving. Conjures up images of nightmares.
2005-10-09


Commentally Ill
oh that? it's nothing really... sorry if i bled all over your poem :)
2005-10-09