There’s blood covering my hands, a testament to the trials I’ve endured. From all the loss, the pain, the feeling that there was no escape from hell, to those moments that made my heart skip a beat, my skin shiver with anticipation, and my lips itch for that kiss, I’ve lived. And these crimson drops uncover each moment — every dream, triumph, and failure — as they bleed out on the page.
© Sarah Doughty
Bleeding On The Page by @poetry_goddess88