I commit to kill myself
text vertical slits into my wrists
bleed words
until I am emptied
of thought
then
I rewrite myself

on clean white sheets I am reborn
pure of thought renewed in hope
of life of love of joy
rebirthed out of text's vertical slit
of thought

I am young
bursting
full of words
whispered in dark corners
hurriedly repeated
howled in pain
too often left unspoken

until these fruits of my tongue
will ripen and rot
again into thought

I will bleed text
at each of my deaths
until I am empty
into thought again

04/14/2009

Author's Note: A literal reincarnation...

Posted on 04/15/2009
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