The Blood
I'm bleeding too much. I'm used to it being heavy, but this is day seven and its too much. My heart fluttered for close to five minutes yesterday. Palpitations not emotions...or photons.
I regard it with apathy or maybe quiet curiosity.
Just as I did with the stranger trying to come into my bathroom. Or the doorbell ringing at 1:45 in the morning. Or Bailey being yelled at. Or me being told that I should NOT have children. Or that Holly's child would be real and mine wouldn't. And quite possibly the letting go and being let go. Could be the working so hard and having the last four months erased, with nothing to show for it, except a car that starts now and has four new tires.
Could be knowing I feel this way, looking at the sunset through glass, and still being certain that I will get up tomorrow to do it all over again. For what?
I regard it with apathy or maybe quiet curiosity.
Just as I did with the stranger trying to come into my bathroom. Or the doorbell ringing at 1:45 in the morning. Or Bailey being yelled at. Or me being told that I should NOT have children. Or that Holly's child would be real and mine wouldn't. And quite possibly the letting go and being let go. Could be the working so hard and having the last four months erased, with nothing to show for it, except a car that starts now and has four new tires.
Could be knowing I feel this way, looking at the sunset through glass, and still being certain that I will get up tomorrow to do it all over again. For what?