Tracing The Vein

Expression. My father has always said "You must talk about things or else no one knows and nothing gets solved."

A simple thing, which when a kid seems pointless but it is far from it, something I learnt the hard way.

So with that in mind, a personal poem about what it is to write from my own point of view.

Blood Trails

Dark strawberry wine scrunches
then dashes like ignited gun power.

Hands traced, the droplets drip
stain the white crisp sheets

in the wake of a child’s suppressed tongue.