weblednomore

The cigarette burns will always remain as silvery moon spots upon my flesh, the tears fall.... and we bled no more. My head held underwater coughing on the puke chunks breathing in that which gives the fish breath I cried... but we bled no more. Hearing the screams of my sibling it burned to my being and I echo that scream nightly ...but then….We bled no more. I feel burning hatred every day for the things I will not mention here... Though, we bled no more. Someone once told me that the best artists are always raped and abused I knocked his teeth down his f$*%@ throat and he bled plenty. He said it was a joke he didn’t mean it. I said I know I’m artist thanks for being my canvas.