I miss being whole (slightly graphic)

[Bryan]

calloused emotion blistered
popped and bled on silk sheets
revenue of the damned
blood for the weak
captured in vessels of skin
ripped apart by life
sharp like the pain within
my clogged and clouded heart
endlessly pumping blood
to bleed out in meaningless words
so when they are spit at me
I ingest the words I heard
with ease, delicasy
a brand of prime rib
raw, excited salminalla
here cut... I need the blood it gives
I have never bled properly
it splatters amiss my poems
blotchy, misunderstood
I write so i'm alone
to lay on shards of glass
scraping at my insides
scarring my limp body
so I know i'm alive
I cut and bleed dry ink
poisen to the body...tourniquet of the mind
endlessly ingesting glass carved beef
scraping my organs...no longer inside
but scattered about like decor
a morbid decoration of a twisted soul
wish I could put myself together
I miss being whole

[Doreen Peri]

Powerful imagery, Bryan!

Damn! You bled that one good....

[Bryan]

thanks doreen I was very proud of this piece and it was overlooked at AC (gee what a surprise)