Blood and Bone
Deliver me to the door
open it for me,
And watch as I fall through the threshold
the red drops mingle with the clear
and the white mixes with the silver
into a colorful concoction, a cocktail of endings
Sending me into the cold steel drawer where I belong.
the bastard lying on the floor
he can't move, or even breathe
that bastard here is me
Without a thought or pulse
Cold fingers grasping my killer
So apparent now, everyone can can see
But no one will.
I could lay here for weeks before someone found me
Stay here turned oblique, a mangled mess of blood, gore, and bone
A harmful transition into a contorted position, leave me alone
I have no home.
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