Step into my heart
The outside may be sere covered in phlebitis’s
But I promise the slang warmth of hope, dreams and love are breaking down the septum
To the murmur of the voices of the past spiraling down my vertebrae stereophonically
Crashing into the pattern of slipped discs
Vibrations numbing the rhythmic tune of birth the newborn cells
Rejuvenating the shattered organs as veins carry themselves to the decaying tissue
. Necessitate.
My mind unctuously screeches systematically
With the help of merciless nerves
Vigorously skinning the flesh from my soul
in a slapdash of glee
It’s this life driving the nail
To splinter my mind
It’s my body
Committing the murder…
Strike that,
Time is the phlebotomy
Leaking soul from these bones