Blood In The Water

Trickles; seeping into every pore
No gap left unfilled
Concrete of the nicest kind
Proving that affections can be cut
with the right kind of knife
Words, actions, misinterpreted trust
Smears like paint
Smell; just as potent
Blood can’t be cut
merely separated
Ready to rebuild from the dregs
or mix anew

Family is strong
but to see blood
means an act of violence
Family means war
an endeavour that
tears bonds apart
Family is weak
but I’d be anaemic
without mine

I pick the covenant
because it is more colourful
than water of the womb
and colour means life

which I choose.

 

Little Ginge x

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