I Bleed

writing from the soul

I wrote this poem 20 years ago. It was wordy, awkward, and it was published. It has since gone through many revisions. I believe it is finally finished. I hope you enjoy it.


I Bleed
revised September 22, 2024

Today,
such urgency
to put pen to paper
and write,
to bleed
in puddles upon this page,
an indelible stain
for others to read.

So, I prick myself
and let ink drop.
I watch it spread
in all directions,
soaking into the fibres
of the page.
Words blot
in loops and lines
from the tip of my tongue.

Then, I smile to myself,
honoring the throbs
oozing from the wound,
relishing the numbness
that clots it up
inside.



(c) JMariah