poetic stream

i pushed away, pulled the thread. zippered like a 

hack job. butchered mass of knotted tissue and 

confused trails of blood splattered

all around. did i do this to myself?

am i somewhere unfamilar here? i can't

see anything, got my eyes locked behind some 

dark and heavy machinary. can i ask one 

question. did i live? i didn't mean to 

misunderstand how to stop myself.  guess i

got carried away with the sharper ends

against my skin. i was only tracing my

youth, hoping to preserve some sort of

shredded memory of who i am

before i pass on to the next place 

where i will be wasted space.  i was only

trying to save some time and cut myself out

of this picture before i ruined another page.