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fresh blood (poem) Category: Poems
Current mood:
angsty
tw// gun violence, blood i wrote this poem after i had a nightmare about a man getting shot and being close enough to smell his blood.
see the hunter run from the wolves limbs flailing, attempting to escape he's surrounded and their guns are drawn he lays still in a red ocean on the grass
the firefighters come to wrap him up bad men don't get body bags they drag his oozing body away the air smells like warm pennies.
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