|Dear Blood and Me
Author: Burnt Bread PM
But even with those out of the count, I still bleed more than emos.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 263 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 5 - Published: 05-20-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2364251
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If you see red on the
The blood is probably mine.
Ask the pavement – it will say
"Yeah, it happens all the time."
Sometimes it leaks from
cracks and cuts
I seem to never recall
Sometimes it gushes from gaping wounds
That I don't deserve at all.
I've bled from stupid
Both domestic and bizarre.
And I think I tasted a little blood
Being run over by that car.
I stubbed my toe on a
well place pebble,
And bleed into the creek.
A well meant foot met my guts
And I passed blood for a week.
I've bled for all the
I've bled for all the mosquitoes,
But even with those out of the count
I still bleed more than emos.
I nosebleed for all
It's my brain's idea of fun,
When someone fancy walks down the street,
My nose begins to run.
I've bled for
And filled a plastic container.
I've had vultures waiting for me to die,
And hired a vampire restrainer.
But even though I bleed
I just can't seem to come first.
The champion bleeder by far I've been told
Is a woman giving birth…