My Blood
Ink flows in my veins, like a river that never ends ---
Cold as an arctic glacier, then suddenly hot as the fires of Mercury ---
These changes in it's temperature are sudden ---
Sometimes when I am very still,
I can feel the very essence of life in it,
Leaving me feeling bewildered ---
None the less this wondrous fluid continues to flow ---
I pick up my pen to write ---
Much to my surprise what issues forth is not ink,
instead it is my blood.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2009
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