it all bleeds out.
like a sponge, a holding space for water.
empty water.
it's essential, but plain.
i hate it.
i'm full of it.
full of shit, like millions before me.
and the bacteria grow, and i feel sick.
just puke it out.
bleed it out.
i want to cut it all out
with a stab to the chest.
i want my ribcage to fall out
and my heart to be exposed
to an electric blue razor.
your eyes, that is.
fuck that.
i'm just lying on the floor, remembering
falling through my mind.
holes can't catch me.
i've been microwaved, like the sponge i am.
absorbing only to be squeezed out.
hosting only to kill what's inside.
it all drips out, slowly
your memory's fading, quickly
it all bleeds out across the pages.