Sickly crimson red
It makes me woozy
And light in my head
The word alone
Can make me sick
The thought comes
I shudder, "ick"
Everyone has it
It's just part of life
I don't know why
It causes me strife
The thought of it dripping
The scent filling the air
I'd have to sprint
To get out of there
Nausea overwhelms me
The sight and smell
Causing my stomach
To react as well
The red fluid, blood
Makes my head spin
My stomach weak
And my temper thin
The smell is sickening
It makes me gag
Yes, I can smell it
I'm not trying to brag
Think what you want
I just can't stand it
Why it sickens me??
I don't understand it
~~This poem is written by my niece, Elizabeth Reeves who happens to be a lot like me....I love her work and told her I was going to post two of them on my blogs. I love how she writes especially the next poem that I will post. I will also be posting the long awaited apology letter that I had wrestled with...either to post it or not....but hearing some words...It's something I need to do.
Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~
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