"It Is Violent" by Aaliyah
- poet
- May 7
- 1 min read
But I have a connection to it.
Hands reaching over time to leave the same mark
Familiar ache to me and mine
Stepping over a pool of it
I hold your bloodied wrists to my face
Wet with the mess of guts strewn beneath us
And I can’t forgive it this time even if you will
Anger only strengthens the flow of blood as I bring
Your hands to plug the gash adorning my stomach
An old wound made anew
As you step around intestines, I wonder if you revel
In the cycle as much as I detest it.
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