The unspoken love
that I carried in my heart
pumped blood like lead through my veins.
In a moment of clarity
(sickening insanity)
I regurgitated every last blood cell.

Type A negative.

Pools of hemoglobin clotted
on the floor
and I felt faint at the sight
(anemic chain reaction).
I was suddenly a hundred pounds lighter
and floating above a
chalk-outline silhouette
that could only be my own.

So I stitched my wrists shut
with nothing left to bleed.
Right there on the ground was
all that’s left of me.

but

you are macabre. i like it a lot...very emotive and slightly sarcastic...

Thank you

V
Vlad

The color is red, but I'm not dead.
This rush all over my skin of heated sweet life.
Now damaged and hurt, feeling loves bitter strife.

Nice read and keep them coming,wink.

funny how we can be reduced to such basic particles given the right circumstances

nice write

everywhere
all i see is
empty
floating
incorporeal
you

the lifeblood
all
spilt
out

drained
exhausted
renewed
free

Within the circle there is no curve
Only perspective
Within perfection there is not but change
The dimples in the sand
Where he walks in silence
Lead to my love
The same path leads to me



And thank you (((iam , kc , Mom )))