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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