/// psy·cho·so·ma ///

To be knelt in a shower
Watching crimson mix with water
Some good ol’ fashioned
Pain drain

BLOODLETTING
How delicious

What is it about a cleansing ritual
That brings
Soot to surface

It’s scar tissue
Meets fresh wounds
Amidst the carnage
A kernel of truth

CARTOGRAPHY
How scrumptious

What is it about toweling off
That removes
Less than we thought

It’s whispered words
Meets silent screams
All this chaos
What does it mean

DECRYPTION
How cathartic

What is it about slipping into jeans
That tucks away the secrets
Folds up the mental maps
Slurps the blood from the floor
And masks us up
For the world to adore

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“How was your weekend?”

(wait, what’s my line?)

Plasma
A flushed cheek
“Oh…it was fine”
*smiles*

Merely existing
How divine

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this may be interpreted by each reader
according to their own experience.
for me, personally, this is referring
to an emotional form of bloodletting
(read: not self-harm).