month's ocean

its rough around that time

I feel myself beating through skin
and veins drum to the beats
of thoughts in my worm wired head

Time to look
forward to a zoo animal stampeed
eager to bust through
chewed insides
that are too flustered
to tread through murky waters

Only scrabble board
words of three letters
escape my gaping hole
surrounded puzzle pieces;
bloated and cold

Lick a salt brick
that I crave,
a safe haven
for a monthly scold
when I drip rapidly

oh what a pleasure
it would be, if a man
bled red oceans like me

Reviews

[Jeannie Wilder]

"Lick a salt brick
that I crave,
a safe haven
for a monthly scold
when I drip rapidly"

I crave salt too. You did a very good job writing this. I had one of those, "Oh wait" moments reading this. It feels disguised in words yet so very blatent. It is rough around that time, nature is quite a force.