u n t i l w e b l e e d

s  o   m e times, my mind teems with     s  t  a   a    a t   i   x
i think         simplethoughts      a n d   r un  a s    f  a  r    as
my legs will take me     &          t   h   e   n     i      wa l k in
shakes                             between the silence and noise      .
sometimes , t h e c a v i t y i n m y c h e s t s e e t h e s  RED
,    i can hardly    can barely         can strictly            breathe
and in those moments                          i have wings for love
wax & wane, dead or less;        splinters & oh!,        pinions.
sometimes i     let my hip bones walk me and my spine  follow
reclining behind ; and sometimes blood drains from my  brain

&   i   ,   c a l m  ,       c a tch it in my palms  ,        in clots