[in]sanity 2
FEEL--the jittering pulsating beat,
the burn along the fresh scars
as below the perforated lines
BLOOD--begs to be brought to the surface
offered to silver lips. It tugs along
your flesh where
LINES--burning beg you to reopen,
hold the steady flow firmly
can't bleed out yet.
STEADY--hold, but feel the beat nonetheless
some days just to remember
I can feel,
and they bring me to someplace like home.
Remember what it is to see the water running red.
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2009
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