Blood In, Blood Out

draw it
from your mother
upon entering

draw it from yourself upon leaving

leave it
on an embalming table
or the floor

you cannot get in or out

without spilling some
and owning the stain
as your own doing

you think you can get away clean?

get over yourself
you’re a nest of harm
and you will come in and go out

wet

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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