BloodLetting

Simple poetry- dark and disturbing as it always may be- pouring forth from my mind

Blood
Fiery hot molten life
surging through my body
searching for an exit
from which
to sear my silken skin
running relentlessly
over my naked body
glistening in the soft glow of the candles
as the liquid wax solidifies
to seal the wound
Blood congealing with the white hot wax
sanctifying the hole
from which it so eagerly escaped
healing invisible on the surface
yet always in my memories
as having served it's purpose
as an attempt to free me
from myself