I understand the intention wasn't to harm,
but each slash oozes a new hue of red
it leaks from my head, my eye sockets, my mouth
everywhere you could think
It jogs down my neck and mixes with stressful sweat
I'd look down at my feet, but I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see them
I'm terrified of the possibility that if I thought to look down the only thing I'd see was a warm mahogany puddle
The neverending, searing pain contaminating my thoughts
dragging out and speeding up time
My hands have grown numb from trying to stop the gushing blood
You'd think by now I wouldn't feel the shooting stings, but I can feel it all
Every knife twist, or flea bite
I feel it all
the gnawing feeling at my heels begging me to double over
but I will not
I cannot let you know how you got to me
I will bite my tongue, and clench my teeth until I choke and drown in my own blood and gore
my cheeks will turn to a thick pulp before I admit I am in pain
Watch as my gallbladder seeps bile,
my appendix bursts,
and femur cracks
not knowing what to do with the pressure on my mind