fresh blood (poem)
Category: Poems
Current mood:  angsty

tw// gun violence, blood
i wrote this poem after i had a nightmare about a man getting shot and being close enough to smell his blood.

see the hunter run from the wolves
limbs flailing, attempting to escape
he's surrounded and
their guns are drawn
he lays still in a red ocean on the grass

the firefighters come to wrap him up
bad men don't get body bags
they drag his oozing body away
the air smells like warm pennies.