and thus, the bleeding ceases. i've since dislodged the knives entangled in my chest, embedded in my spine. i've rid myself of poison that once fogged up my mind. the parts of me that held me back are all that's left behind. the blades are sharp and like my head are due for some refining but even blades, sharp as they be, all have a silver lining. the wounds inflicted by such knives have struck me at my core. bring on the rain, this little flower thirsts to grow some more.