Escape Artist

I do not bleed profusely
My blood speaks
Like tumbling rocks
I have bled out
The cruel
I have healed
Like dry mud
My wounds
Have deepened
Like buried wells
I fit nicely
Into railings
The death of iron
Is a blessing

I do not bleed
Profusely
Like a free man
My skin
Makes a nice daisy chain
In my coal truck
Apples in blood
My throat
Squeezed by a bear chain
When challenged
I leak fake blood
And escape into the smoke

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012