Drip, drip – red dots
On white surface of the sink.
Washing away my pain.
Spike after spike
From my bleeding flesh
I’m pulling it out.
Barbed of memories,
Deep barbed of believes –
One by one – away!
Tears of sharp pain,
I still have flashbacks at nights.
I need to pull it out.
My opened wound,
This bleeding, hurting meat
When it will be over?
Waiting, pulling out, slowly, one by one…
Your blood is a treasure Neakris, is it right to waste such precious Ruby tears?
Surprisingly, it was only abstract blood this time, haha
Glad it was just art, Kris. Damn, you fooled me. Your poem is powerful and brutal. I like it a lot!
(PR)
Thank you! I’m glad you liked it! 🙂
My soul was bleeding, even though I wasn’t bleeding literally. And picture – I took it months ago 😉