I had to drain all of the bad viscous blood
Sticking stagnantly to the insides of my veins,
And to other inside parts.
I had to let the tear-tainted blood
Knowing full well that I could lose far too much in the process,
And it could kill me (maybe not my body but at least an irretrievable shard of soul).
I had to wash my face and body
In charcoal, tulip petals and burning embers
To pull out all of the death
I allowed you to plant in the abundantly lush garden
But I know once I harvest and dispose of the deathkisses
That bite into my bloodful beating little heart,
And seal up the wound for good,
I will be pure again and free of voidful destroyer
In all of your forms of voice and other flesh.
I don’t know how you managed
To infiltrate and pollute me the way you have,
I don’t know how you got stuck
In the fucking first place,
But I know now
That after this next burning and shedding of skin and emptied bones
And liberated veins
That not a single cell of you remains
In the rushing crimson current
In my quaking quivering birth-damp body.
*** Good golly, you sure are cleaning house aren’t ya? A regular Betty Crocker you are, Tootsie Roll! ***
*** I bleed because I want LIFE not DEATH. The bleeding reminds me of my beating honeylicked heart and the lovefever burning me up from my insides. ***