/// psy·cho·so·ma ///

To be knelt in a shower Watching crimson mix with water Some good ol’ fashioned Pain drain Bloodletting How delicious What is it about a cleansing ritual That brings Soot to surface It’s scar tissue Meets fresh wounds Amidst the carnage A kernel of truth Cartography How scrumptious What is it about toweling off That removes Less than we thought It’s whispered words Meets silent screams All this chaos What does it mean Decryption How cathartic What is it about slipping into jeans That tucks away the secrets Folds up the mental maps Slurps the blood from the floor And masks us up For the world to adore /// “How was your weekend?” (wait, what’s my line?) Plasma A flushed cheek “Oh…it was fine” smiles Merely existing How divine ///

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