July 20, 2010

Bleeding Out

I try to make it home. I'm staggering and stuttering down the road. I can feel it dripping all over me, its seeped into my clothes now. It's dripping down my lip and onto my tongue. It tastes like salt and shame. I crawl to the steps and collapse on the porch. Relieved, I enjoy my resting place.

I rest and wipe the sweat from my brow, fuck its hot... but I wouldn't have it any other way.

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