Madrid Poetry Experience
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Blue Lagoon
I fell with the blunt of my wrist first.
Volcanic rock sliced the skin
sending ribbons of blood to water.
The salt colonizing the wound in a flood.
I swam anyway.
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