Blood Trails

if all of them knew
my words are my sanity
the only way
sometimes I am able to breathe
I imagine sometimes
the blade of a knife
cutting open my skin,
the red trailing reality of my world
draining
and then I realize
I would no longer exist
to create any words
I might rest …

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elegantmusings

I am a writer. I've always wanted to write intriguing words. Don't we all. Aren't we all wanting to be experts in the language of love, sensuality, desire, provocative notions? Well, I'm giving it a try. Join me if you'd like, and please share any feedback you think would help my adventure :)

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