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Blood Flows Softly
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The Rushing Stream of Desires
Naked, he opens his veins to the
possibility of renewal. Blood flows
softly onto the floor like a butterfly
that has had its wings removed.
In spite of the morning light the
cup of coffee steams hot in his hands
so he blinks his eyes and considers
that he does not need to open his
heart to rolling ambition. The caffeine
jangles through his body and he
knows the day will be long. Jumping
is as much an effort as living but his
mind understands the difference as he
caresses his thoughts as they drift
around his consciousness. And the
light, it fades, as it was meant to.
He takes a sip of coffee before dying.
