The Blood of Old Passing To New Found Land



Iron-red drips down

across my lip and my tongue.

The tortures of life.


Fissures sunder me

from those parts I want to be.

See into myself.


A broken moment,

now I’m loathed by the old. This

bitter-sweet ending.



Malek Montag

Rochester, 2016


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About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on
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