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I Bled Here

I take the words -razor blades really- mull them over until my fingers drip scarlet red blood singularly onto the keyboard imminent short-circuit. Slippery and sticky my fingers peck each letter the spacebar. Deep cuts aching lacerations obvious attract attention from curious passerby do not worry friend I have paper towels and if necessary a towel. These words ooze from my wound purposefully with intention and I repair this damage wiping concave keys clean of any hint I ever bled here. (click the pic for a preview of my upcoming book!)

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 12/26/2020 2:33:00 PM

if you cut your fingertips, does that mean you have already successfully cut out your tongue? Or if one cuts their fingertips, does one do that as a means to stop one cutting out one's tongue? What does one do when the fingertip cutting and tongue cutting is complete? Does one use the blood as ink to inscribe on the mirror in front of them, think harder...stop thinking.

Rob Levasseur
Date: 12/27/2020 7:54:00 AM

The razors blades analogous to the painful thoughts that bleed in my mind and so drip onto the page as if from my fingertips; that the words are my pain bleeding onto the page. Not sure I accomplished what I wanted to with this piece. Perhaps I should revise it one day.