the scraping of my mind on jaded ideas
leaves behind an unsavory concoction
of blood and poetry. but i often don’t mind
bleeding from my mind.
—
perhaps if i spill this blood
on the page it will lighten
the burden i’ve placed on my heart.
t.w.
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the scraping of my mind on jaded ideas
leaves behind an unsavory concoction
of blood and poetry. but i often don’t mind
bleeding from my mind.
—
perhaps if i spill this blood
on the page it will lighten
the burden i’ve placed on my heart.
t.w.