Let it bleed
like the red ink
that colors me,
make tiny tributaries
parting with the pain
I used to drain my veins.

Let it bleed
and plant a wet seed
so all stranger can
come and see
the painful reality
that swells
and leaks out of me.

Let it bleed,
so I don’t have to
doubt the truths
I held on to,
so the fierce reflection
that was so **** vexing
does not get
the chance to ****** me
because I am already bleeding.

Let it bleed,
let it all out,
so all the horrors
that confound me
the tragedies
of humanity
can become
another poet’s problem.

Since, I know
I cannot solve them
absolve me of
this painful empathy
set me free
please just let me be.
Let me bleed.