

There was blood
on the tile
in the sink
on my hands
it was yours
it was mine
bright crimson
strings pulled from
inside me
where you were
made in love
and became
water flesh
down the drain

There was blood
on the tile
in the sink
on my hands
it was yours
it was mine
bright crimson
strings pulled from
inside me
where you were
made in love
and became
water flesh
down the drain
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