Mellifluous Murmurs

Patterned Blood

When I place two fingers on my wrist,

Know that the flow is enhancing sanity;

vitality.

I'm checking if I am still alive.

If I cut this flesh into one piece

If I put each piece as equal as the rest,

If I slice each pour of blood; If I can only divide and distribute

If I make that place the home for the wolves,

If I,

If I,

If I...

No matter the number of times I say those two words

No matter what spills out of my veins, if there is even;

No matter how painful it is

No matter how it makes me look

I will do it

I will savor it

I will live it

I could take a jug

I could fill an entire liter

I could take it all..

But I wouldn't dare do it myself

I would rather watch you pull out my sensitivity off

Of my skin and the stupidity that crushed and stuck to my bones.

I would rather watch you beat my heart up.

I would rather be there to watch myself bleed

Each mirror that surrounds my eyes, I will appreciate the naked light it reflects,

Because I don't see anyone but you

I see you dressing my body into these shreds

I see you making each of my rotten organs a delicacy

I see you painting my face into this mask

I see you hanging my skin out on a shiny skewer,

I see you,

I see you watch me die;

Each second,

Each minute,

Each hour,

Each fraction of time that drains every struggle of my lungs