BLOOD  BROKEN HERMAPHRODITE

Sickly sweet

is the taste

of Blood

Slowly

dripping,

soft and rhythmic,

unstoppable,consistent.

Sturned,

disoriented still

spinning in disbelief

the gaze,

surprisingly

alive.

Colourless,

shapeless

dense and dark

fluid

of dark

drifts away

leaving

small

traces,

again

of disbelief

And,as an even more

Horrifying,

Monstrous,

Inhuman Being,

broken

hurt,

cut and pained,

I start my walk again,

Alone.        

And,

in humble faith and prayer,

as Salvifical

yet Dangerous

Survivors

Wandering

Radiating

to unsuspecting passerbys

Light and Dark

Love and Death.