The Bleeding of Ruby
on every corner there is a red thing
depleted and draining away
growing pinker and pinker
trickling and fading
depleted, and now
completed
there is no effort
no fuss
just a weary soft trickle
this is no
flooding gush
just a soft soft trickle
the faint bleed of a heart
that had once pulsed a ruby
that had once been, so lush
Marion Price 18/7/21
Copyright © Marion Price | Year Posted 2021
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