Hand so soft and tender
A mother’s loving touch
In a flash, mere blink of eye
Knife’s sharpened edge
Released the flow of blood
The floodgates burst wide open;
From the hand that nurture spread
In its place replaced
Pure anger
Flowing
Furious
Faster
Rushing
Gushing
Never
Stopping
A river
River
Bleeding
River
Weeping
River
Speeding
Killing
Thrilling
Scaring
Frightening
River
River
River
Of
Death
A river
River
Of
Red
.


I appreciate how you explore the dark side, Vonita.
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Thank you Mark, was trying something different!
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Wow. This got dark really quick. I like the single word lines lending intensity and fury to the poem.
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Thanks Oscar, I was playing around with words, not my most popular poem it seems LOL 🙂
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