04-14-2015, 07:00 PM
a gift, a shell, a tender thing
such the whispers say
coaxing the knife away
and this fear of mine, when pain
comes in doves
for just a little blood,
a little meat,
i tip the pills back instead,
swallow them, feel them
swept along
by the tide
and inside i bleed, unwound, uncut -
who's to see? who's to know?
the deed is done, and until
i taste the blood
the whispers stall.
such the whispers say
coaxing the knife away
and this fear of mine, when pain
comes in doves
for just a little blood,
a little meat,
i tip the pills back instead,
swallow them, feel them
swept along
by the tide
and inside i bleed, unwound, uncut -
who's to see? who's to know?
the deed is done, and until
i taste the blood
the whispers stall.
When it finally snows here, I'll catch a snowflake and put it in the fridge.