Polymid
A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost
08 September 2014
When The Water Turns Red
when the water turns red
and my veins start to appear again
when the dust is in the air
and my ears regain their sense of hearing
The soothing strange feeling of being intact
a small reward
and well worth it
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