Blood and Bone
When She Left
I helt it like a lead child
against my chest
cold and heavy
with shoulders hunched
and eyes without windows
because you
you cant look at this
you're not allowed
to take part in this
and all that wanted to bleed
upward to the throat
bled somewhere else
trickling warmly downward
into the brutal
mortal
blood and bone
- Martin Williams
I really like your layout and how everything is easy to find. it's well organized as well as the color scheme is pleasant to the eye. The poem from Martin Williams is also very interesting as well as weird at the same time. But i like it. You picked a good poem.
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