One Single Shard Poem by B.M Lewis

Blood,
Dripping,
Flowing,
Oozing,
A stream,
Endless and unnerving.
It hurts like hell
…Daggers?
…Pins?
…Nails?
…Claws?

…a shard of glass…
…one single shard…

Burning flames licking my blood.
Red wounds encourage the flames.
Hissing through my teeth
Help
Won’t come.
Cure
Won’t come.
Relief
Won’t come.
What will come?
Hands,
They’re cold.
Gripping,
Squeezing,
Tight,
Let me go.
Not holding my physically.
The wounds are physical though.
My heart.
The hands hold my heart.
Let me go.
Blood,
Pouring,
Trailing,
Streaming.
One single thought:
Let me go.
Letmegoletmegoletmego!
Let
Me
GO!

What is this pain?
…cuts?
…knives?
…on my wrists?
…on my heart?

…a shard of glass…
…one single shard…