Wednesday, November 9, 2011
5 Bleeding Black
Bleeding Black
Words course through me
running the gambit through every vital organ;
intent on pulling the toxins from my body,
I bleed black.
Words collide within me
collecting the tainted emotions threatening me;
intent on healing my tattered mind,
I bleed black.
Words seep out of me
expelling the poison imbued in my very being;
intent on releasing my soul to breathe,
I bleed black.
This letting of words is my treatment…my salvation;
but with every bloodletting I am left to wonder.
What will become of me
when I squeeze
the last bit of ink
out of my veins?
(Will peace finally breathe life back into me
or will peace find me with the release of my last breath?)
I bleed black.
i've been sitting on "What will become of me / when I squeeze / the last bit of ink / out of my veins" for awhile now. Natasha Head's words for this weeks OpenLinkNight over at the dVerse~Poets Pub made me think back to this tweet that has sat waiting to find its voice. it was in the second stanza that i truly saw its light in the tag line of this blog, "this letting of words is my treatment...my salvation. it pulls all the toxins from my mind, body, and soul."
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