Matthew Keene
Dr. Susan Williams
Eng. 238 - 001
13 February 2007
Poetry
Raw
Born in violence, soaked in blood.
Censor my creation from the world.
I'll lift myself up off this floor
The flys begin to swarm in the warm crimson.
Light hits my hand and the liquid glistens Like a polished ruby
Vengeance will come soon for those who found value in her pain
Now the
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