it is not up to us
the way we bleed
the cut
comes
in the heart or walking naked feet
paper cuts
sensitive finger tips
in a car
a wreck
impaled
a thousand trillion ways

my love our blood
will dissolve your fears
all the walking dead
dripping spurting everywhere
trailing everywhere
blackening reddish tar
paints the town
while we become clear
translucent
until looking through us
is so easy
as if
we were never there... as if

yet someone
rocked these gravestones
ripped my sod my skin
shifted piling dirt my flesh
lit these pyres and
overturned the urns

acrid powder sifting
in our sinus
drizzling ashes
incorporation
we all fall down


inspired by Lunali - Fear

I really, really enjoyed this work. :)

Glad you liked it!

nicely done H.

Thanks K

awesome

very well written H-great visuals