Leaving church

Standard

The toll of bells hammering.

Taking bites from me

as you bite an apple.

And I bleed on the steps

leading to church.

Blood trails snake on concrete

In crimson hues.

I flow back to my springs

Before I was born.

Feeling cold since I was

Thrown out.

Out into this life,

Unasked.

A cat on a roof,

Keeping balance.

A circus acrobat

In a world that hates circus.

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