Blood congeals
Deep in the recesses of the heart
When emotions are strangled
The knife cuts deeps
Dark, ugly red
As the colour disappears down the veins
Of mistrusted feelings
That will not heal
Yet blood flows
When ventricles are unplugged and
Carthasis allows expression
So toxins wash away
Bright crimson red
Colour of sacrifice and of life
Death and birth allow the blood
To flow again
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