complete piece written in July of 2005
by KLRabstracts before Chevalterre Nabil
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Red it bleeds
Red it drips
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I wipe away at my nose
with my fingertips
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The concrete
as I knelt
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strangely, no cut
I felt
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As I rose
to stand erect
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That bright red
was quite direct
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A child I was
sad and sobbing
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The hot red
pressure throbbing
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Chasing a boy
while riding a bike
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Falling to my knee
the red did like
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Through tiny pores
like little ants
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Yellow they turned
infected under my pants
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The stinging stain
embarrassed me
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In summer school,
figured out its chemistry
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The red
during puberty
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Did not infect
my purity.
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True heartache,
open wounds
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Empty flesh hollows
Red-covered tombs
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In shock I was
the period seized
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The red not coming
I was not pleased
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Heart and knuckles
in red are tarred
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Forever
they are scarred
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On the job
grey dust turns red
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Through my respirator,
dizziness in my head
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I pray at church
they serve me red
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I eat my dumplings
they serve me red
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I can breathe
but red comes out
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Plasma, blood clots
I curse and shout
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My paranoia
lurks and hides
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For thirty days
red spills from all sides
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Deep breathing
Deep meditation
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Controlling the bleeding
no slack or hesitation
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The red flows
as it is meant to be
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Distastefully,
it is a curse to me
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the Red
inside me boils
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All the clothing
it soils
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I cannot continue
eve or day
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Without some red
spilling away
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I fear
when in private
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If you see it
I want to hide it
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You ask me why
I fear the Red
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It is a danger
inside my head
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Like a trigger
for a bull
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Red restrains me
into a lull.
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