Bloodstream Poetry: 2010

Saturday, 27 November 2010

It's going to be random.

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Natascha: I've always written. Everywhere. On scraps of paper, napkins... cardboard, walls-skin. Never all that legible-renowned for quite monsterous handwriting to be true. It’s like a secret code that needs to be deciphered. My youngest sisters used to have to sit and do exactly that for letters written to my mom But the power of words is beyond the printed piece we hold. It melts into our skin and burns the retina of our soul. Sometimes. It is our bloodstream. I think it’s time to let it bleed.

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