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.