At 1:37 am it starts,
A tightness in my chest that starts like a bulb.
It spreads crawling, winding all over me until
Chest, shoulders, upper arms, neck.
I can’t draw breath.
But, I know what I must do!
I stagger bleary-eyed to my computer
Why didn’t I just go to bed!
My mind screams at me
Tight, Tighter, Tighten
It’s over my clothes now,
Into my seams
The only way to rid my self of this poison…
I bleed it out,
The cold knife slips into to a well-worn vein.
On the keyboard,
Splattered on the walls,
The light from the screen is tainted.
Showing lifeless blue through scarlet life
I am free.
Bloodlet from creativity
Maybe now I can turn over
Maybe now I can get some sleep.