tagNon-Erotic PoetryMy blood stained shirt

My blood stained shirt


Blood drips down my chin,
I bite my lip so hard.

I can longer feel any pain,
Except the pain in my heart.

I no longer care,
As the blood drips down onto my white shirt.

My breasts are stained,
But my heart still hurts.

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