I Cannot Bleed Poem by Yiling Ding

They slit my wrists in the dark
with the hissing of their kisses
but I could not bleed.
With painful dismissiveness
they sunk their fangs deep into my mind
and still, I could not bleed.
The venom lodged there
slowly spreading to the core of my heart
granting me a slow agony
And yet my open skin
just will not let the poison go:
I cannot bleed.

I can still hear their uniting sounds
in their devil's symphony
and I am their silent tuning fork.
My poisoned, breathing corpse
vibrates to their harmony
but I am no instrument of music.
With delicate sensitivity
I am responding to their charged passion
but there is no room for me.
This grand orchestra
is for only two
and I cannot even bleed my pain away.

The venom is swelling there
and slowly corroding my sanity.
If only I could bleed it away.