At first, I bled
a lot,
profusely.
Staining relationships.
Soiling
everything.
I didn’t have to touch.
I just
spoke.
Truth runs red.
Flowing
everywhere.
It cannot be stopped,
held back,
contained.
We all heal,
in time,
eventually.
I still bleed,
now
and then.
I’m sorry
if I got some on you.
~ elr
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