I've begun the painfully slow
Process of unzipping what I
Wanted my life to be from
What it actually was.
The long walk off the
Short pier that is
Pulling my spine apart
Strip by strip to rinse
The blood and pain
Out from the inside.
Each strip is wire digging
Into the ever working
Hands of my mind.
And how can I bleed out
All the pain in this
Way without losing myself to it?
YOU ARE READING
Heavy and Weightless
Poesíaa poem collection bearing the love and the hate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~