The crack, she knew
She watched it even
The hole in the urn
The vessel containing
That which was to be
Our lifelong love affair
She saw the leak
As over the years
I filled this barrel
With my own blood
But it all drained away
By some unseen crevice
This precious fluid
Her source of sustenance
Why mistreat it so?
Like it had no limit?
Now I am sick
And can bleed no more
(4/15) NaPoWriMo
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