Quarantine

This isolation breeds such thoughts.
Dark and resentful.
Wreaking such havoc.
Splinters from conversations sucked from your mouth.
Now under my skin.
Into these veins.
The darkness carries itself, and I hear you in my heart.
Picking me apart.
From the inside out.

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Blood is thicker

The red lights blur inside my skin.
Casting reflection on the mood I’m in.
A soured feeling of discontent.
The angry ebb of self-descent.
Yet neon blood flows inside my veins.
A pumping pressure which starts to gain.
That travels north from my deep south.
And splatters the truth from out my mouth.
Though shock is not my best intention.
Or to hurt, out this invention.
But to state boldly and from love.
That the only thing we share is blood.