Before the blood freezes.

Externally I’m shaking
trying to warm up
before the blood freezes
and liquification isn’t an option.

A needle inserted
a bag tilted
inspecting as the friction meets the skin
stay warm
have to stay warm
a lighter
I’m never been a smoker
and candles aren’t always necessary
in the times of electricity.

I breath out
as the air and breath collide
I see it
there has to be a lighter somewhere
that’s right
matches left over
from an economical event.

Several thousands of fabric
stuffed within the closet
I must part with it
part with my preyish ways
to the predatory
system of economics
up in smoke
eyes widen
a shrug I cannot be bought.

I let it burn
staring into the eyes
of the other
strapped to the chair
warming from flames
it mustn’t burn their flesh
their flesh could be useful
I’m not the wasteful type
a perfectly fine groom.

Warmed just enough
for the liquid to fill a cup.
“A glass of the divine
Humor is personal
it cannot be without controversy
I’ve been thirsting
for the perfect revenge
a glass of your metallic needs
given right to me.”

“In parting I leave you with several drops
just know if I wanted to
I could leave you
without a single drop left
instead in parting I’ll leave you
to wither within your own self pity.”

Whenever I sit down to write my mind scatters in several directions. One of my processes is writing poetry in which I let my thoughts wander to evolve within some larger story. Which becomes stored within my computer and never finished. Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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