Trace along the murky bloodlines,
Dip your fingers in the thick crimson liquid,
Maybe you’ll feel where the venom first seeped in
It dribbled down, deep into the inner streams
Branching from your family roots,
Stretching into frigid, uninhabitable ground
The mysteries and secrets kept under oath,
Sworn by the sanctity of life and soul
The corruption of an unknown past,
Revealed in the poison rushing through your veins
© 30 July 2020, by Haley Scully
Introverted Creativity 