© Abby Ryan
One drop of blood drips from my mouth,
It is warm and sweet,
A flavor I’ve not yet to meet.
One drop of blood and it hits the floor,
Splattered into soil and is joined by more.
One drop of blood not left alone,
But met my the friends who have gone below
It is one drop of blood that dribs to a pool,
It is my pain,
I am no fool.
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