I wanna bleed,
warmly ,
through these blank pages.

Hot blood and Cold tears,
I'll mix them both
into a book
to prove to myself
that they're real.

When my breath
escapes as icicles
hung
in brazen air,
When a short smile slips
from my face
and turns to lead,
When water freezes
in my eye
and leaves me
confused
and suddenly blind
I'll wrap up tight
in the pitchblack folds
of a deathbed rhythm,
till the sun decides
to thaw
the hardness from my sight
and in fingers
I can feel warmth,
'cept where
the frost has turned
more flesh to tar.

When in-between
caged bars
of petrified wood,
air drifts in
and nurses flame,
When I'm bitten by
a galvanic fly
that swarms in a humid sky,
When my eyes see clear
and I feel
that I can justify life
in forges
of hellflame and earth
I'll form
an ecstatic rant
about an electrified high.
on its sharpened point
I'll balance,
till the temperature bursts inside,
leaving me tumbling
along with jagged edges
of enflamed metal.

When I'm struck
by extreme cold and heat
in my smeared blood
I want to create
a verse whose lines
no one wants to leave,
meant to be carried
and flicked between fingers.

in my red reflection of the world
I want you to see
an image
that's lesser
and diluted
with pieces of me,
but hopefully
you'll find something
clear
and human and real.

in red reflection
I want you to Feel
the sun's
doleful beat,
as it hangs,
great and high,
in a ghostly sky.
please Feel
it rain down
a blanket
of heaven-sent hellfire heat
filling you with
ennui,
indifference,
and dull hatreds.
it suffocates the flowers,
and stings and sweats
and scars skin,
as sacadias tick away
each second into hours.

in red reflection
I want you to Feel
heat pulled
in freeing waves
from tan skin.
above
clouds darken
and a breeze rises up
to gratefully chill.
please Feel
the loneliness and longing
in the soaring
of silhouetted birds
across a setting sun.
Feel
the strangeness
of shrouded trees
wrap you up
into something
comfortable and deep.

like you,
I wanna bleed,
warmly,
and stain
through the ages.