Internally BleedingA Poem by Tai
Whetted glass whirls in my stomach,
Originating from a splintered heart;
As it desperately pumps blackened blood
Containing miniature, honed shards.
Even more inflicted pain is brought
With every twisted smile;
Ripping my mind to shreds with
Internal razors twistered by a gale.
At last internal wounds
Evolved into external bleeding;
Dripping out my wrists is neither crimson,
Nor blue; but instead black ink.
© 2012 Tai
Added on July 22, 2012
Last Updated on July 22, 2012
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