A poem for the prompt Blood/Touch for Smalletho Week day 7!
Wrote this in 10 minutes and Vee said to post it, and who's going to go against Vee about smalletho?
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It’s warm
Just like the sun
The blood.
It pools beneath you
A puddle
A flood
“Maybe this is fate”
I say
I touch your face
Maybe it’s too much
The blood
The touch
The rush as I see the red
The sticky blood feels like a hug
And I am fed
And we are red
Let me know what you think!
Stay safe, love y'all <3
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