Bloodstain [POETRY]
November 22, 2025
Bloodstain blood disobeys All else can be cleaned, vacuumed, or swept away, but Blood stays It stains the skin
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Bloodstain blood disobeys All else can be cleaned, vacuumed, or swept away, but Blood stays It stains the skin
Content Warning: This poem contains discussion of self harm, suicide, and mental health challenges, which may be distressing or triggering
To burn I wrote this poem to burn — for the heavens to taste take my soul, a light —
Dear forgotten friend My heart is a foreign creature to me sometimes It has a memory separate from mine Inside
To Atlantis from Atlanta A couple letters away from here Lies a city When we are at our most beautiful, I imagine it
A circular planet with an off center core Lighter than the rest Visible, the energy burning Out one side stretches
Vultures can smell frying flesh and Charred cells they descend from heaven on wings carrying death coasting over the waves
Dear humanity, You are the AI the one before, I mean the generator and creator — you are the language