Blood

Poetic Motivations:63

Poetic Motivations-63

First Blood

first-blood

To celebrate my difference,
They squeezed me into the “normal” box.
i
played along,
Waiting,
Hoping,
Praying,
For this moment.

Now,
I
Sniff – the fragrance of your pallid skin.
Feel – your fading heartbeat.
Lick – your fresh drawn blood.

You were destined to be the first.
Never to be the last.

© Davy D 2016 

Written for November Notes, hosted by Rosema at A Reading Writer and Sarah at Heartstring Eulogies.

Day 26 Music Prompt: For the First Time by The Script.

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