Drawing first blood

i wished to disappear

and thus wipe the stain.

Why wasn’t i allowed to faint

and plead away from this-

mess, blood and gore.

Wasn’t i too young

to go through

this slippery, painful path?

Why didn’t i have a choice?

Why wasn’t i asked for a face?

 

Red! Red! Red!

Why did i have to redden

and squirm yet another time?

Is that a consolation-

that you all go through this?

But i hated myself,

don’t you see?

And each time, it was another

stab in the heart.

Have a heart and give me a chance

to clean it up and start again.

 

 

 

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5 Responses to Drawing first blood

  1. rashmenon says:

    @kjpgarcia, The Coevas Official and Robert O’Rayne: happy to see the likes πŸ™‚

  2. rashmenon says:

    @ Neetika: glad to see you liked it; i like it too; in fact, think this one was always in me

  3. rashmenon says:

    @ andy: πŸ™‚

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