that familiar thickness of blood
metallic and rich like brocade velvet
it wells up against my skin
streaks of heat down my arm
shooting stars through a numb constellation
tickling the ends of my fingers
dotting the floor
little exclamation points
do I feel that
do I feel
fascination with all things internal
we are all busy inside
buzzing with secrets, humming like factories
whirring along like happy idiots
unmindful of all the highways that run inside
all the mechanisms and gears that must turn together
to run this machine
do I feel that
do I feel
diminishing horizon in the distance
wet initials in crimson on the kitchen floor
There is freedom here streaming out in small rivers, running away from me
artfully slumped against the wall, a flawless presentation
this definitely feels like falling

it's the abrupt stop at the end that you should worry about
ScarlettCrush Reviewed by ScarlettCrush on . I have something.... that familiar thickness of blood metallic and rich like brocade velvet it wells up against my skin streaks of heat down my arm shooting stars through a numb constellation tickling the ends of my fingers dotting the floor little exclamation points do I feel that do I feel Rating: 5