Poem: Music of the Blood (full poem)
It is what it is
To cut open your belly
and bleed out on stage
To open one's eyes and be caught by surprise that other's stare back through the haze
Oh, what it is
To take all one's pain
Give birth to a dirge as you mourn on the page
To open one's eyes and be caught by surprise that other's stare back through the haze
Oh, what it is
To take all one's pain
Give birth to a dirge as you mourn on the page
