bleed it through
let it spill through my pores and down my skin
let it snarl at the composed
and tear at the throats of the reserved
watch the blood drip
all the way down to the common ground we stand on
does it stir up resentment in you?
do you find me repulsive?

i bled it through

by missy harris

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