A Late Autumn's Night
By cadymae
The faces rise like holograms
in the gaps between your
cells
the blood's round edges leaves spaces
where they curve away from each other
and the not-used becomes used anew
globules
forming the edges of eyes and nose
they are your forebears typified
your progeny pre-echoed in your
flesh only emerge when pressed hard
droplets
gathered on sweated brow and curled lip
pooled under the glassed-in portraits
themselves streaked with blood prints
trailing trellising down the panes.
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HIs meaty paws wipe, compelled to cleanse
corduroy ridges erasering bloody prints
He runs staggers away into the trees
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Copyright 2015 cadymae
Published on Tuesday, April 14, 2015.
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