swallow blood

*this poem in featured in “the nothing”, the previous post, but it was written before and published here before. I changed a few punctuation marks; here’s the definitive version.* ~acb

Swallow blood to staunch the grief.

What bruises bulge beneath, soft flesh split,

which veins spill sadness: it does not matter.

Only someone must lick the wound,

as humble as dogs in the temple.

© 2017 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.

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