Bleed

bleeding...
The contents of my soul pour out
onto the page
vomit.
everything inside of me.
stab.
not through my bones, through my guts.
peel.
away the skin.
disdain.
coats the inside of my mouth.


My anger becomes a snarling wolf,
My sorrow becomes the river,
my aspirations the tree.
My tears create a thin line between
the sky and earth,
My longing for something more,
the mountains.
My wishes I send above them as cirrus,
the plain of golden wheat below
contains all of my knowledge.

There is never a sun.

Never coloured,
my sketches sit in black and white.