My Blood Ran Red

I was unafraid for the first time,
and for the first time I should’ve
turned and white-knuckle ran.
The excruciating torque of exile
is my reward for the red-flag rose
I opted to disregard in the daisies.
It pierced my flesh,


and I bled–

© Grace Black

Poetry Month continues, and this is Day 26 of NaPoWriMo for me.

30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.

Love and Ink,


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