gore - poem

The slush of tainted blood

Begs to seep out of my veins

It doesn't want me any more than I want it

But it's bound to my skeleton

Like a wasp nest in my gutters

I don't want to leave my house of bones

I just need to excavate it

Shave off skin flakes and leak sticky plasma

Grow flesh and sinew in an all-new pattern

Fashion my sebum and my follicles and my larynx to my liking 

Create something entirely me

(heyyy people… so i kinda forgot this site existed at about the same time i went through major writers block (writers block as in i completely forgot i write poetry at all) but then i wrote this and now im back. between now and then i saw ptv and the used in concert hehe it was my first show and really fucking good)

(most of the time i dont have a goal for a poem i just have an idea but for this one i was just dysphoric and i sought out to write something gross and gory and it was a bit difficult but fun and i wanna get better at this kinda thing i like it a lot)