Poem: Bleed Out

Bleed Out

Pain searing, emptiness
Hollow.
muddled veins, ruptured heart
lifeless
soulless
vacant eyes stare through streams of tears, cascades—
waterfalls of glass cut visible scars on flushed cheek
reflection pools of a defiled being
dark torture in the halls of Tartarus
lost. empty soul. deprived.
Shattered heart,
puzzle pieces never again to fit
nerve endings explode, eruptions of electric pain,
shock waves channeled through cavernous tunnels
emotions manifesting in invisible lacerations
Bleed. Bleed.
    —No more!
Hope exsanguinated. Eyes close.
Dead.
Again.



*This poem actually started out as an exercise in stream of consciousness writing, something I was doing to keep myself busy on a return flight to San Francisco from Reno. In beginning as a condensed paragraph of strung-together words, a quick yet heavy hemorrhage of thoughts puddling on paper, the exercise soon found itself morphing into a more stylized presentation and eventually transforming into a structured poem.  I considered Bleed Out to be an appropriate title given the manner in which it was written, as well as the subject matter.

May you always have your own version of a First Aid kit nearby.
~Ami

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