lifes bloody hand

 Life extends its hand 

reaching out in tender gesture 

yet the palm is stained crimson 

 evidence of the fight 

that precedes the offer 

the blood-soaked fingers 

a testament to the cost 

of reaching for more 

as the hand beckons 

forward into the abyss 

where shadows writhe 

and darkness creeps 

the hand outstretched 

an open wound 

exposing the vulnerabilities 

that make us human 

the hand that offers 

is also the hand 

that takes away 

in the eternal dance 

of giving and losing 

life extends its hand 

and we tremble 

at the price of living.

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