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Outward
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How pregnable I am...
The cold stone hit my teeth like something vicious,
Like smooth, jarring sand paper against my lips
Against my teeth.
How doubtful all of this makes me.
Cowering like some irrational animal
How contemptuous that you can see it in my dilated eyes.
Oh, blood.
I feel it's warmth, slivering, dark against the soft flesh of my mouth.
It sucks the moisture from my lips like it fears death.
How my heart shrinks in these emotions,
That swirl around like a protective cage,
Laced with knives
No,
It won't let you in.
Panic swarms me,
At this unexpected hurt that my hands cannot stop.
I am groping, screaming for something to help.
But it will not stop,
It will not stop, not stop.
How crowded my mind is.
Full of things that are splinters in the creases of my brain.
How ill all of it seems,
How ill I seem.
And I cannot fix, I cannot mend, I cannot heal.
Blood, blood, blood.
It clogs my fingers,
drips like a broken faucet down my throat,
paints all the things I touch.
Who can make my mouth stop bleeding?
The cold stone hit my teeth like something vicious,
Like smooth, jarring sand paper against my lips
Against my teeth.
How doubtful all of this makes me.
Cowering like some irrational animal
How contemptuous that you can see it in my dilated eyes.
Oh, blood.
I feel it's warmth, slivering, dark against the soft flesh of my mouth.
It sucks the moisture from my lips like it fears death.
How my heart shrinks in these emotions,
That swirl around like a protective cage,
Laced with knives
No,
It won't let you in.
Panic swarms me,
At this unexpected hurt that my hands cannot stop.
I am groping, screaming for something to help.
But it will not stop,
It will not stop, not stop.
How crowded my mind is.
Full of things that are splinters in the creases of my brain.
How ill all of it seems,
How ill I seem.
And I cannot fix, I cannot mend, I cannot heal.
Blood, blood, blood.
It clogs my fingers,
drips like a broken faucet down my throat,
paints all the things I touch.
Who can make my mouth stop bleeding?
It has been a while my friends. I hope this is all right, I feel awfully rusty from a whole month and a half (almost!) of not writing poetry.
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Nice, I like it a lot. My 'Outward' should go head to head with yours
Although, my competitive spirit is not as well-formed as it should be, so don't worry about it.
Although, my competitive spirit is not as well-formed as it should be, so don't worry about it.