i had to work the wound
to get it to bleed again
no amount of murmuring
would entice it to cease
once it freely flowed
these closed doors
flickering living room lights
the smell of half-eaten dinners
don’t fool me
you’re all bleeding
——
floating and leaving no trace
i had to work the wound
to get it to bleed again
no amount of murmuring
would entice it to cease
once it freely flowed
these closed doors
flickering living room lights
the smell of half-eaten dinners
don’t fool me
you’re all bleeding
——