a strange phenomina on litkicks for me: someone is always confused by/ anxious to have me cut lines like these:
I stared out the window and
saw a gash of orange light through the dense clouds;
it brought back the image of blood
coming out of my pale skin,
the image of a time of more passion and less hurt.
was the image confusing or was it the idea that there was less hurt connected to that image?