after all
of this
i still wonder
what it would be like to
stand
outside my body,
picture my blood
spilling
across the
stark-
white carpet
of the family room
but not as white
as the walls of
the hospital
they'll admit you to
after the deed
has been done,
simply
to declare
your death,
your nonexistence.
my life line
is a heart monitor
flat lining
no direction and
no hope
of resuscitation.
your throat
is already cut,
smiling
ear
to
ear.
dripping blood like
sweet
molasses and i
can almost taste
it.
and the blood flow won't
stop –
did i really
just take it
that far?