While cutting carrots...
I cut my finger with the knife
The blood flows freely, rich and pure
I wince in pain and, instinctively,
thrust my finger into my mouth.
A common sight, natural and pure
Life-giving but also life-threatening
yet it is the fascination of movies
The life is in the blood
A thought pushes through the pain
Cleansed by His blood...
I remove my finger from my mouth
blood still flooding the wound
written by Ben Brick
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Go back
