To my poet friends

my knife flashed
in the reflection
of a Vodka bottle

my mind flashed
in shards of madness
the blood began to flow

you think you know me
the truth is
you have no idea



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-08-28 at 07:55

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You have made it very evident in this poem how little we know of each other and yet we feel a family closeness in the group.
A illusionary friendship perhaps.
Ashe
2015-08-28