A slip, a drip

A slip, a drip, and a cut of the knife.

Tickle, prickle, crawling down my arms.

Black and white fade, with crimson rain.

To feel, to heal, this was not for me.

Dragging the cold edge ,of a tulips stain.

Plunge deeper and deeper.

There is no pain.

It is all in my head; Dreams luxury.

To sleep is to live.

In flowered labor gives sweet death.

God discards his mistakes, like mothers holding bent hangers.

A slip, a drip, and the cut of the knife.

Tickle, Prickle, crawling down my arms.

Black and white fade, with crimson rain.

This is taking so damn long, the labor pains.

It is the beginning we seek, the ending the same.

Black and White faded, Crimson come wash this pain.