Rorschach

I scratched myself,

Just above the breast bone,

A pinhole of blood opened,

It bled out, a miniature red river,

Stained my shirt.

 

It spread out into,

A perfect Rorschach test,

In the blotted mark,

I swear I saw an angel,

Or maybe just a stain that won’t wash.

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