Hereditary

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.

 

 

 

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8 thoughts on “Hereditary

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