Tears of blood
trickle down my cheeks
gliding gracefully,
rolling with the tide.

Blisters of time
pop and puss
leaking a new infection
and bearing whats inside.

Like a leaking fosset
it all pours out
in a flash-flood of discust.

Flesh,
a weak container
once broken,
it is all released
antagonizing everything
that witnesses its foulness.

Healing for a new start
the skin grows over
a new, stronger protective barrier.
Holding back new revolutions of the body and mind.