Ready to Cut Again

This city seems to bleed black blood
Nobody else can see but me, and
They point somewhere far from the crowd
And I follow, heart soaked in fear,
But mind led by curiosity.

The black blood's so seeped in the streets
They twist and turn in geometrically
Impossible shapes. The streets go left
But I end up on the right and meet
My own backside in front of me.

The streets, as I keep following it,
Lead me to buildings upside down
And inside out. I try to enter.
Find myself back out again
In front of more buildings the same

And more the same. All seeped in blood
So black and thick. I make my way up
To a height and find the whole city
Is just a throbbing, freshly cut vein
With a giant knife hanging in the sky

Ready to cut again.



Poetry by Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-12-08 at 16:50

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MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
feels like a vivid walk in upside down !
2025-12-11


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Phew! Your poem reminds me of the nightmare of walking down a corridor of doors, going through one door and finding you are in another corridor of doors... on and on into new corridors. Blessings, Allen
2025-12-08