All is flooded with the blood of us.
In it we are born, cruel and hot, loving and killing, in want.
In it we are pure, alive.
The blood of our young and beautiful bodies fucking
The blood of our anger and pain
The blood of our virginity
In it we are born, in it we die.
And it will carry us broken
When they kill us in cold blood
We shall remain in it.
In it, the lips that bit other lips
The nails that sunk in the skin, in it
In it, the screams,
In it, the dreams,
In it, the want
The blood of us shall flow in you
Self -portrait: Natasa Georgievska aka Lolita
8 comments:
So much truth in the juxtaposition of those opening lines ~
The truth runs in our veins, we just need to dare sense our miraculous existence, in all its astonishing fragility and violence, the fact remains that we never die, we never truly turn to dust, as the blood line will flow. And that is the symbol of life.
You rock the words and camera! Love you darling
Thank you, my beautiful Stephanie, you light my fire :) I love you :*
AWESOME AS ALWAYS, NATASAsendg you a hug.
Thank you, Sweetheart, you are too kind. Love& Kisses
Blood is the rose...
... of mysterious union.
You are brilliant, you know that, Steppenwolf :*
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