I wake up drenched
My life escaping
From a small cut in my nose
It’s on my face
It’s on my hands
The pool of crimson grows
I wake up drenched
          I wake up soaked
               I wake up yet again
I wake up and I wake up
Always dying in my bed
I wake up unable to move
This time it’s gushing down –
                    Down my throat and
          Down my thoughts and
Splashing on my tongue
Like dirty copper
Bitter, sweet
It fills my lungs all night
     I wake up


Drowning in my life

Writer. Actor. Director. Chalk artist. YouTuber. Nerdfighter. Traveler. Pansexual. Genderfluid. Millennial. Socialist. Living a complex life beyond those words.

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