My father knows my blood is an icy blue. He passed it down, his blood is too.

It slices us both from within, it moves too slowly, it’s congealing.


It’s our frosty secret,

Our stain-making ink,

Our sharp common,

Our genetic link.


It’s an everlasting Winter, there’s no more Spring.





8 thoughts on “Hereditary

  1. I would like to nominate you for a Liebster award the rules are at The 11 Questions I would like to ask you are:
    1)Would you prefer to be a cat or a dog? Why?
    2)What would your last meal be?
    3)What is your favorite outdoor activity?
    4)Why do you blog?
    5)If you could retire anywhere, where would it be?
    6)Who is your hero? Why?
    7)What cartoon character are you?
    8)If you could cure one illness in the world what would it be?
    9)What is 1 thing you love about yourself?
    10) Disney or DreamWorks?
    11) How would you make your city a better place?

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