Monthly Archives: Jun 2020

A poem Red and warm if taken fresh.A balmy 98.6 degreesThin or thick, if coagulated.A taste like iron in my mouth,but only if busted free to drip on my tongueotherwise it is there with no taste at allkept in its veins. The Liquid of Life Flowing through the rivers inside us allAll of those consideredContinue reading “Blood Imagery”