#450a11

Is the pain I feel the same as yours?

Tender, instantaneous gore,

throws a shudder across my body.

Intravenous imagery;

dark soil around a rotting plant,

dark cherries in a chocolate cake.

Makes me want to stop cleaning my house,

makes me want to vomit on the bus of existence,

travelling into oblivion,

instead of waiting till the next stop,

makes me want to give you all my secrets in case there might never be another opportunity.

Is my experience your experience?

Murderous dark red, rusts with every touch,

moves through me, to me, not with me,

bites bigger, scheming flickers.

Is this its peak, is it worth my plight?

Hot suffering celebrates endurance.