The blood trickles over the pulse of my wrist.
The veins contract and constrict.
The flow of life moving within me like a song and a dance.
The drops of blood fall like denial to the floor.
I wish you could turn to me and see my truth. Does the light fade into the shadows for you too?
Or do you see clearly into the dark?
I have a sense that I should let go.
As if to lift my arms into flight.
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