lines of bold words spill in italics from vermilion lips
like a flower they voraciously flourish then wither

i say, strong words grow weaker
going in and coming out, my head leaking

hello, i'm filtering 'til lullabies
are all i hear and fall asleep, goodbye

keep me close i'm counting; sheep are calling
to me as they race to market

slaughtered and skinned it's poetry
as blood is spilling out so sweet so slow