Hemingway said
There's nothing to writing
You just sit at a typewriter
and Bleed

I'm sitting
I'm typing
I'm bleeding
                 bleeding
                           bleeding

My blood is full
of numbness
of everything
of nothing
wordless feelings

My heart is pumping
pumping the words
they swim in my veins
and travel all the canals
in my body

They glide from my heart
to my fingers
to my hips
to my toes
to my brain
then rest again in my heart
until they make that journey again

And yet - What can I say?
When the feelings are there
When my heart is full
When my lungs are empty
and no words come out

I just keep sitting
         keep typing
and  keep bleeding.