The First...

I wrote it after a break of almost one and a half month.

The flame jerked in my veins
blood rushed out facing towards freedom
Red droplets dressed up my hands
Tears walked down, trying to calm my shouts
Brows heard the sad song sang by my eyes
Nose made all new and unique sounds
Throat faced drought, tongue hung out in rain
Face showed off it's new reddish texture.
That's what really happened, When I got my first wound
When I was three...