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
Posted by James M. Frost at 12:33
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