its weight. the blood trickling. refused. me . To hide in. i don’t exist. The folds rattle me. the mechanics of. the usage. Of birth. He entered. in his hands. leaning into. the. sight of. the lights. But i named it. Holy. Or rather question. my skin. my skin. Skin i. to be. Held. No. Distance my. hand. i reject. i don’t think. looking for you. And. i told you Blood
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Hi Christopher!
Reading your poem gave me spooky vibes which I really enjoyed because it kept me on my toes. Ending your poem with “blood” was a good choice for an ending as well. I liked all the words you choose to keep in order to create this piece of poetry since it all tied together beautifully.