I bleed,
yes I bleed.
This red gold drips from any incision.
Yet no matter where, it gets to my tongue
It follows my tongue,
what has my tongue done wrong?
It is only my
Words
My words,
do they cause me injuries?
Do they bring on a flow of what is my life
Or are my words that same flow
Words and blood are the same.
Blood keeps me alive
Words...
hide me from the danger that is me
I read and I write and I scribe
I hide and I hide
locked away from myself
I can Not run I can Not get away
"Hello," he says.
he greets me with delight!
HE IS ALL THAT I FEAR
I see the mirror and that grin climbs the width
He is within every puddle!
Every lake!
I do not wish to see him!
I am sorry mirrors!
"Hello," he repeats.
I can feel the knock in my head.
"Get out!" I scream.
I bash!
And there,
My words and my blood
Creep together as a mess on the floor
Words that could not repair me.
