Open slit
Down through the wrist
I watch the liquid fly.
Red as flames,
Burning twist,
The wood will finally die.
Charcoal grey,
Black as night,
My skin shall finally fail.
I’m dead,
Yet I remain;
Another slit, and I’m alive.
Depression
Vertigo
Violent spinning brings me to my knees; Excruciating spirals are all I see. Right to the floor, I drop and
May 2, 2009
