Monday, November 22, 2010

There's Blood

There's blood on the bedsheets,
There's blood on my hands and feet,
I wipe them carefully down my white dress,
& I must confess,
I am beautiful...
There's blood down the sink,
I think,
I may have cut to deeply this time, beginning to rewind,
I am so cold...
There's blood on the floor,
I turn my wrist and spill a bit more,
Now it's in my hair,
But what do I care?
I am drenched...
There's blood on the walls,
Down through the halls,
I rip at my flesh, down to the bone,
Nobody's home,
I am repentant for my sins...
What comes after this?
Is it bliss?
Or an affair of pergutory?
Perhaps just blackness for the likes of me,
I am setting myself free...
There's blood in the water in the tub,
So much for forgiveness and love,
They were both just a crock,
I never had a shot,
I am a failure it seems...
There's blood everywhere,
When they find me in here,
Cold and white from the loss,
I showed them who's boss,
I am gone and finally...
I am happy.

1 comment:

  1. I hope you start feeling better soon. I hate seeing you so down. It will get better. Eventually it always does. It may take days, weeks, months, and sometimes years but better we do get as long as we are patient. You know I am always here for you. At least you are able to get some of this out in your writing. Love you, sis!