Poem: Red-Blooded

Rainy October night
Here without you, but
I am safe in my own skin
Protected by a four-squared blanket
The one maternal grandma made (stitched)
of polyester fabrics, rainbow colours; loose and agile
I sleep with the lights OFF
Darkness is consuming, slithering IN
Not afraid, never EVER be frightened
Mental faculty of subhuman
Detour – gone were the days that
I only embraced fear and quivering –
Some matters has overtook my life
Hope is what tomorrow brings
Like a red-blooded woman I’ve become one.

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