“Stamp on carpet”.

23 Aug

Like a spinning top, I move fast but I’m still.

When I stop, I fall and I hit the ground,

face down. I bleed out from the mouth,

but no one can hear me cry in my lonely room.

Blood pours from me like a spout

or a faucet. I rub at it with my sleeve and it smears

across my tattooed heart, just below the wrist. I kiss

the carpet to stop the flow and I stain the floor.

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