This is to give myself a bit of triumph. I’ll need it today.
Kri-ey-shn In my language creation starts with blood. In Slovenian, the word for blood is “kri”. Sometimes, if we’re lucky, creation ends in blood. That’s when we applaud each other, for spilling our blood. “Well said” we say, but we mean: Well bled. Today I’ll bleed to be able to move. I say to my blood: Remember, kri, to stay negative. And then I read my poem again, think a little, and mumble something about the damn nose swab. You too, nose. You too.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #278: Creation
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