Blood
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Blood,
it fills our minds
as it leaves our bodies
unnaturally.
Hooded,
we deny
anything’s wrong,
scripted by fright,
we leave it alone.
Worried,
in a vomited skin,
afraid to let in
the possibility
of dying.
Blood,
stay within me,
beat my heart red,
I am alone.
Blood-scared.
Erin Moen
3/26/04
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I almost missed you Erin...which I would never
do on purpose..this is so powerful...so much
said in few words....rivetting poetry...floria
Hooded,
we deny
anything’s wrong,
scripted by fright,
we leave it alone.
Denial is only wishful thinking.