The bleeding gives language to a
Pain I can't place words on.
So deep I can't feel it
I've become it.
It both consumes me and has composed me
And I am devoured by my own teeth.
The bleeding gives proof that I am alive
In the times that I cannot tell if I'm breathing.
Because I am suffocating in teh deafening void
Left in your wake. My tears
Have fallen over the crumbled stones of
The walls guarding the softest corners of my heart.
Useless, as they smooth the hard edges of the pillars
That kept me standing and now lie useless as well.
Crawling I claw at my arms, my chest
Just to know that I bleed, that I am human, that I am alive.