A Poem by Heather Rodwell

Rivers of blood
Seem to follow me
Wherever I go
And I'm really not sure why.
Cracked pavements
Gives them directs paths
To my soles.
Wherever I may roam,
Even in my car,
My tyres are bloodied
At the end of every
Short shopping venture.
Everyone can see where I've been.
I cannot hide,
Constantly being observed
By my own reflection
Staring back at me
From steams of blood.

© 2014 Heather Rodwell

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Added on November 29, 2014
Last Updated on November 29, 2014


Heather Rodwell
Heather Rodwell

Cape Town, South Africa

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