Rhia Madison Thomer Poet I do not know?

[in]sanity 2

FEEL--the jittering pulsating beat, 
          the burn along the fresh scars
          as below the perforated lines

BLOOD--begs to be brought to the surface
             offered to silver lips. It tugs along
              your flesh where

LINES--burning beg you to reopen,
            hold the steady flow firmly
             can't bleed out yet.

STEADY--hold, but feel the beat nonetheless
               some days just to remember
                I can feel,

and they bring me to someplace like home. 

Remember what it is to see the water running red.

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John Rhinem June 5, 2009 at 3:17 AM Ps. I have seen a lot of blood in my life somewhat sadly....But that's another tale, "Priceless Madison Thomer!!!":):) ~

John Rhinem June 5, 2009 at 3:13 AM I want to email "You" tomorrow Madison!! What would be a good day or time for "You?"~I really do want to get to know "You," very much....Smile, another gruesomely image and thought filled write, Mrs. Poe~"My Love As Always To You, John!!!":):)~On we go....