Tears of Blood
I sit
I cry
and my sheets are turning
red
from the tears
not from running from my face
but from my arm
my tears of blood
the blood
mixes
with the slaty water
that we call
tears
but tears are not what they are
tears
to me
are red
my tears of blood
have finished running
but only for a moment
later it will happen
my arm will
sob
weep
in tears of blood
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