Black Blood

You let the ink drip onto
the page like a nosebleed
cascading down your chin
or a needle tapped into the
soft spot of your forearm. 

A bit of bloodletting to rid
of the tar building up in
your veins or the memory
darkening to cancer in 
the depths of your brain. 

Your readers are like leeches,
you won’t feel the sting of soft 
rings, where the teeth sink into 
the flesh of your vulnerability;
but you’ll know you contributed 
to filling the belly of a void when 
the relief of your own passes 
by like a dawn of new age.  

– B. 

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