Brain matter spills out words 

Like alphabet soup. 

My mind squishes around ideas

Ripping them from my head,

I splatter them on to paper

Etching my soul into every letter,

Graphite begins to evolve. 

Scribbled symbols inscripted with tenor

scramble across my page

I hang and drip 

Like a fall deer

Pooling thoughts beneath me

Slaughtered piece by piece

Until I have nothing left to give.

I bind my book

With leather torn from my skin

And sign with the blood

Exsanguinated from my veins,

turning into the very red ink

Which I use to critique myself,

Until my meaning clots to the page

Until every part of my body 

Has helped create a story

made of myself,

For everybody else.