THE BLEED
I have a bleed on my brain that leaks blood into my mouth, A copper stout of vermillion plastic, pooling into verse and rhyme
My scalp gives birth to nylon thread that I dip into toxic plaque, Collecting resin red ink and carefully dispensing it upon my parchment skin
Sometimes I lose consciousness and fall to one knee and black fills my screen, I scramble to find a flicker candle that sits precariously upon a splintered table
This darkened dream scenario haunts my home with funnel web spiders that land with a thump in a crumpled crying mass of venom
And in the grey shade of shudder corner where coats hang from finger hooks, their shadows spill into forbidden thoughts and I find myself trapped in a horror chapter
No amount of daylight, No trench of normality, No psychotherapy, No words of wisdom will ever erase what I've seen and heard.
The BLEED speaks and his voice is terrifying.
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Time to call Scully and Mulder 🤣 👽👾👽👾👽
Please do, I need them badly, them or an exorcist.
Jeez, Nine Eleven, this is indeed
terrifying! I think you are getting into someone’s very dark mind and I trust you’ll get out without having nightmares tonight. Or this WAS your nightmare last night.?! I do appreciate a well written Noir,
ask Ian. B
This is my mind falling into madness, you are a witness.