Im bleeding.
Everywhere.
But it's inside.
Encased.The limb is tense.
throbbing.
Burning as it enters.
Flowing.It dosent stop.
Endless.
The words continue.
Nothing.Nothing will stop it.
Nothing.
I am nothing.
Nothing.The blood is something.
Crawling.
Living inside of me.
Surging.Let it out.
Get it out.
Push it out.Cut it out.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of thought
PoetryPoems and aspirations of my mind. Sometimes short stories [Not constantly updated]