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Bloodroots

I see you're back again to haunt me like a tumour within each time growing that little bit more to remind me of the terror and pain. No matter how much I try to scrub away your squalid presence refuses to fade from the place you adopted to keep her alive in my thoughts, in my mind every day I try to conceal your metallic stench but I find that you thrive on my fear of being unveiled to the world, to myself I ask what there is left of this person I observe in front of me I see you feasting on the cracks of the clay in the way you coursed through her veins every day I am living on the edge of existence with she who betrayed our holy pledge, now she stays encased in her premature grave with you by her side as her storyteller, her guide to the truth on display your red rivers like bloodroots* for me come what may. * a woodland plant of eastern North America with white flowers and a red root. By Michelle Makepeace

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 3/19/2009 6:26:00 AM
I am interested in your botanics, I am from Jamaica, and I am enchanted by the vilage healers. We have a bloodroot, sometimes called strongback, I wonder if there is any commonality? Love you
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Date: 3/17/2009 1:03:00 PM
Hi Michelle, welcome to the Poetrysoup world. I like your name. I have some poems for a lady named Michelle. Keep on posting. Ernilando
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