for too long have i longed
and too long have i sperated myself from desire and lust
by means of anger, perhaps causing this disillusionment i have found the path which test one's queerness
the vengeful stride for acclamation and validation borne of mother's uterus; so selfish
it brings blood into veins and blood from my head
it spirals to pump life into a body once referred as alive
now proclaimed its state and identity with deep, bulging eye bags
in this world those eyes have feared, lurked in shadows of the taste so sweet
of blood spilled on to cracking floorboards
this humane liquid, its colour so vague so my brain only thinks of its remains
of how it stains and bleeds onto pages og my mind
creating thought intrusive, frantic, trembling in agony of unfullfilment
of dying my hair red
