queued thoughts

IX

drip

drip

drip

i hear the tap bleeding

tap

tap

tap

my fingers hit the broken glass

i feel my thoughts screaming

could i only be dreaming?

slash

slash

slash

the beautiful broken glass

of your words

cut my flesh like millions of paper cuts

i cry out

i cry out your name

i cry out for you to help me out

to get the bandages

but you didn't listen

you turned your back on me

i begged you to stop but i continued bleeding

my salty tears mix with the crimson

i feel my soul leave, trying to come out

to escape the pain

and the last words hit me like a blunt blade

"i never loved you"

i cry out my last as the blade binds with my heart.
-b