there will be those breaks
in between showers.
in between rests,
in between men,
in between cycles,
in between powers
in between knifes
in between roses
in between legs
the smell of the dried blood
will tell so many untold stories
kept in between her and her pain.
celine charcoal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smell-of-drying-blood/
