The Difference

I bled today

I can never get used to it,

the difference

seeing how much I've changed

some for better,

none for worse

some really, just

incomparable

 

I used to bleed

deliberately

the scar tissue that

criss-crosses my body

can testify to that

too many

too neatly placed

some too chaotic

to be accidental

 

I was never worried

about the blood

it was

erotic, relieving

it was decieving

 

But I bled today

on accident

and my mind was so

practical

about it

there was no relief

no smearing, licking, playing

          only

flushing, washing, bandaging

before it got on anything

 

I'm not sure I'll

ever

get used to it

the difference

knowing a chronic

and sometimes deadly

disease

runs rampant

in my blood

 

Reviews

[Xavier Honre]

Wow, this is amazing. I have to say that this poem grabs me and makes me think, a lot. I don't cut and I don't have a disease. But with my "lifestyle" there's a very good chance that I will, and I love reading pieces from people who do. The truth behind the writing is so... there. You can tell the poem was written for truth, not pleasure or fun. This poem is amazing, very authentic. Keep it up!