Blushing Blood

Oh how ironic it is to hate the sound of metal scraping
against pavement, but loving the taste of
Metalic blood, shiny and shimmering
Like a midnight summer’s glow
of water washing, brushing against the sun’s blush

Not sure why I stayed so long, pushing
my own body in a wooden wheeled wagon
Like a ghost carrying it’s own corpse
I was, but no longer am I
drowning in my own skin

Free, and as our bodies need us
Not all of us need them
Maybe that’s why some people
Are able to open their third eye and
be in touch with their ever so fleeting sense of soul

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You took syran wrap and pressed it to my mouth
And spread it around my neck
And you said that that’s how you felt
Everytime you talked to me
And it was hard to breathe

So I picked up a lighter and I lit your heart on fire
And you took my hand
And held it to your chest
And said that I created music in you

But all of a sudden, the rhythm was off
And I fell backwards into a pool
Of your tears
And I too, started bawling

Disassociating Disappearance

I’m sitting and
All of a sudden, I just am
Am not here
Am not lucid
Am blacked out
Blanked and beyond

I’m standing and
All of a sudden I see
Things, hear
Something
Wondering how I even crossed
The street, got to
Where I am right now

I slipped, was dumped upside down
And my soul slithered out of my body
Like a person playing music
And a snake pops out of the bottle

I’m here, but I wasn’t and for a few seconds
Or well it felt like there was no time
Nothing around when everything
Never left, but I did

Disassociating Disappearance. // B.L.