Blood

Fuck anyone that says

Blood is thicker than water.

That’s a lie

On this plot of land

I call “home”

Where blood is pumped

Out of hearts

Only to leak out of wrists.

The thickness is an illusion

It is presented in

Gold-plated bottles

Wrapped like a gift

1 part blood

9 parts poison

Mixed together

So people only see the bow

And not the arrow

That pierces the heart

Of the receivers.


Blood is only pure

When it’s chosen.


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