Lifeblood
Not yet dead
The demon
Writhes
On the page
Lacerated
By the light of attention
It stares
Horrified
As it’s lifeblood
Becomes the ink
Of its own
Eulogy
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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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