Congealed,
thick and soupy,
family sticks
to your
head,
heart,
wallet,
conscience.
And won't ease its grip.
Sometimes
there would be nothing nicer
than to turn on a cold tap
and wash the blood away
clean.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
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blood is thicker than water.
Part of this is inspired by Brent's poem and what I remember from his project mixed in with my own feelings for a little bit of flair.
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