Hemorhage

Hemorhage

Blood flow,

Seeping below toenails and

Red-rimmed eyes.

Grape cells crushed to wine, splatter

A retreat from brain and heart,

A repeat -

Slipping into satin sleep

A deep down warm,

A falling, whispering wisp,

To the ground, in the ground,

Grounded,

Not quite.

~Darkling Plain, Sept. 12, 2006