I am not human
This blood I bleed is red
Like the fettering birds in the canopy
Dancing in color
It’s rusty and dark, this blood
I bleed
All over
Because I am no longer man
I bleed from hands on up
Orbiting my eyes
Flashing
Photographs all around
“You are not human”
And the blood within me pales
Like dead macaws
Stuffed and glassy
Eyed
Staring everywhere and into everything
The bruises pepper my paper skin in violet
Because my blood is not my own
It’s speaking with my tongue
The truth flowing over
The blood
Red and white and pink
Slick truth over teeth
Stuffed and glassy
With lies
I
(am drenched in him)
Eyed
Them, bleeding softly
Over the photographs
Pale little raindrops from the canopy
Of ragged hair
Orbiting my eyes
The truth flowing over
Staring into everywhere and everything
Crystal and pale as ghost
Sparkling like dew
Because I am no longer man
Because I am not human
And this blood not my own