I bleed the words I cannot utter
I sweat the emotions I’ve bottled up
Drop by bleeding drop I stutter
The floundering sounds that line up
Along a meandering path to gutter
Where sweat and tears are washed up.
Each word cut away from the flesh,
Bleeding rhymes and weeping rhythm,
Crosses a path from the heart’s tangled mesh
Into the very depth of escapism...
Copyright: Nara Hodge 2018
