Wound
I try not to touch it, or look at it, or think about it, but the dreams come anyway
I wake with blood running down my thighs
Ruined sheets
(You should feel relieved)
My stomach aches like something's trying to claw its way out
I stumble to the bathroom
Awkward and stinking like a rag doll stuffed with rotting teeth
Scrub the blood away and watch it swirl down the drain
(You should feel relieved)
I feel like you ripped out an organ
Not anything essential, my heart and lungs are perfectly intact
(If a little worse for wear from all the smoking)
My gallbladder, my appendix
It needed gone anyway
(Thanks, now stitch it up?)
(What's done is done.)
It seeps from my mouth, my ears, my pores
Every hole is a wound
Yes, I feel relieved
So relieved, and so very grateful
