How does it grip you
when the blood's
dripping
from you
to form circles
that circle the floor?

Do you want to cut more
do you want every circle
you see to be me
is it me on the floor that
you see?

Every cut that you make
makes you free?

Sorry,
can't see that one being true.

'It's a bit loud',
said,
the boy standing tall who
watched from behind
safety glass,

pass me the vinegar and
I'll pour some of it over there,
the acid will add to the sting.

But if I learned anything
and I'm not sure I did
it's how to get rid of
the stains that tell
tales on you and
how does that grip you
as you slide through
the door/
do you want to cut
some more to add to
the circles
to add to the floor?