Bleed Two.
By acidcrys
Sleeping in a bed of glass, because I am blind. Can only see darkness. Blood on the walls- on my hands- on my face, blending with tears. I can see the glistening. Feel the dripping. Taste the metal scarlet tears. all my own. all my own. Body is black and blue, my eye swollen, my heart weak, forgetting to breathe. Voice dry and cracked, trembling fingers, stuttering lips. Wiping the plagueing evidence, smearing my hand, along the contours, of a limp, spineless, mass of cells. Red rivers traveling, across black and blue oceans. all my own. all my own. Lies scattering across uncaring ears. Scars bleeding from the outside in. Flinching under butterfly kisses. (now I am blind in the darkness) Written November 8th, 2001 © on Nov 08 2001 10:37 AM PST 20 • 0 • 8
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"Sleeping in a bed of glass,..."