Bleeding Beautifully

Bleeding Beautifully

Hearing her name 

for the first time,

taking in wine

by the fistful,

she waits to walk in the sun.

Barely breathing

in someone else's poem,

skipping line and stanza

barking like an angry dog.

She takes steps sideways

so the wind doesn't fuss

with her thinking,

she used to love lilacs 

in old water;

she said they smelled

like blood.

And remembering love

is something she thinks beautiful,

if it were not lost in a hole

she dug for herself.

So she places bits of words

in her hands,

holding tight to only

a dream.

And the thought of a lonely death. 

Reviews

[Chris]

don't ya just KNOW when absolutely NOTHIN is gonna go right... and it don't... and ya can't say I told you so to yourself - though you did and so did everyone else... yeah... damn

[Misery]

The title says it all, dear Abigale.
It is spilling from your veins and arteries, spilling from your tears and empty wine bottles, spilling from the gaping pores of your life...but it is beautiful.

[Abigale LeCavalier]

you are too kind!

[Misery]

It is a bitter-sweet experience to read your creations, Abigale. Sweet to read your words, but bitter to contemplate the sorrow that inspires them.