The Blood & The Bones

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I will write today
or purge
or bleed
or drink
or cum
or run
until my legs
or my body
or my will
gives out
but somehow
somehow
I have get this out of me
even if it means
bleeding myself dry

cutting it away
the confusion
the longing
the violence
the desire
the imminent loneliness
the misery
the weight of
everything and nothing
I will rid myself of its heaviness
I must set down
to set me free

the blood
& the bones

These words that describe it all and and nothing at all stack and mount and crawl on top of each other inching higher and higher towards the surface begging me to open the cage in my throat and cut the binding of my fingers.
I want to let them out into the open.. I should release them because I know they will weigh me down or choke me but sometimes it’s not that easy.