Bleeding PoetryA Poem by Ashira MacyBecause blood isn't enough.It’s nights like this - All silent and serene, That my mind shrieks As I bleed rivers of poetry.
Words rip at my wrists From the inside, outward Like jagged pieces of a broken mirror, Shattered by my tortured soprano.
Rhymes burn through me, Acid flowing through my veins As rhythmic tears stream down Agony scorched cheeks.
Prose propels needle After toxin tipped needle Through each and every nerve, Jolting twinge to each transition.
Then… the punctuation clots With a sudden burst of sympathy, And as the pain ebbs away I can relish in numb rapture. © 2014 Ashira MacyAuthor's Note
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Added on September 3, 2014Last Updated on September 3, 2014 Tags: Bleeding, poetry, depression, late night, prose, sadness, numbness AuthorAshira MacyMartinez, CAAboutI am 24 years old and just getting back into writing after not using the skill for a few years, so I am a bit rusty. I am excited to share my new work as well as some old with this community and would.. more..Writing
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