All I have left in me
are words that have been
pouring out of my wounds
like blood.

A little reminder.
A punch in the gut.
A sting in the heart.
A taste in the mouth.

The smell of iron.
Scarlett stains
on my new lace underwear
that were stolen to
cover up the truth.

Blood shot eyes
with bags hanging so
gracefully underneath.

Tired from sleep
and trying not to cry
tears that show
that bright red blood.