Blood
Mike
Collins
If
The blood
Is the life,
Then why does it not
Raise the dead
Of lovers, gone.
It just streams
Across my wrists
Over lapping
Their lips trapped
In rigor mortis.
Stupid blood
Just another boring
Substance
I had to learn in a
forgotten
Science class
Michael
Collins is a writer, traveler, marine biologist, and teacher from New Jersey.
He went to Ecker College in St. Petersburg Florida where he studied marine
biology and creative writing. Afterwards he has has traveled to 34 countries,
has enjoyed working with great white sharks, tree frogs, and coral reefs, and
loves meeting and being a part of new cultures. His poems have been published
in Infernal Ink and Bewildering Stories. The poem “Madhouse Soundtrack” was
voted by the publishers of Bewildering Stories into their quarterly review
issue for the October to January issue run of the magazine from 2018-2019. He
is currently editing his science-fiction novel and teaching in Hungary.
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