Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Bleeding

I am bleeding.
I am fucking bleeding one more bloody time.
Small cuts and abrasions picked at and healed and picked at and closed over.
Imperfections becoming less perfect.
The stink of me fills my fingernails and my nostrils.
So sick of existing that I tear myself into something worth fixing.
Fixing to bleed again.
I am fucking bleeding.
Again.