Veins Bleed to the Ground

Posted August 13, 2014 by Dylan Scribbles

the veins of my arm pour to the ground, black
bleed into the grass, rip through the dirt
grasping at roots, anything, something to ground me
hold me in
come back, come back, come back
empty bottle
open sore
falling teeth and broken skin
lips tight, no crying
I died so long ago
but is this how to remember life?

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