I bleed the words I cannot utter

I bleed the words I cannot utter 

I sweat the emotions I’ve bottled up 

Drop by bleeding drop I stutter 

The floundering sounds that line up 

Along a meandering path to gutter 

Where sweat and tears are washed up.

Each word cut away from the flesh,  

Bleeding rhymes and weeping rhythm,

Crosses a path from the heart’s tangled mesh

Into the very depth of escapism... 

Copyright: Nara Hodge 2018