The Blood & The Bones

If you want to know me
then you must cut me open
to watch me bleed
I will hand you the knife
ask me ….
why I flinch when you raise your hand
and go quiet when you talk about the future
ask me about why it hurts
and why I play with fire
why my parents never call
and I don’t seem to even mind
ask me about going hungry
and about all the years I wasted
and how I feel about god
being ignored
and being too kind
ask me about the places I’ve been
and the dirt and blood
I have cleaned from underneath my fingernails
ask me if it was mine
ask me about the times I should have ran
and the deaths that did not make me cry
ask me about the ones I should have fucked
or when I didn’t say no in time
ask me about the sunsets burned into my memory
and all the things I never write
ask me anything that digs deeper into me
than just the basic monotony of this life
ask me so that I might relive each answer
and feel something closer to being alive

LL
the blood & the bones