Blotched sheets and a shit life

Blood trickles from my noseand only this liquid that flows , I can seeFrom my side eyed viewLying down upon my bedthat has become my home,my work station and my play ground these days. It moves slowly,a warm liquid gracing all that it toucheswith a comfortable numbness It says that it is time,that with this… Continue reading Blotched sheets and a shit life