'write from the heart'
they say
should I
should I share the endless void
my blood doesn't color red
it is black
and thick
opaque
my organs rotten
a smell, the flies
I can taste it in my mouth
it stinks
the larves crawl up
out of my eyes
running down my features
onto the ground
where my weight caresses
onto the wooden floor boards
cracking and screeching
out of my mouth
I wrote it down
it's fine for now