Am I open to the veins

Am I open to the veins

Will it please you

If the life of me

Seeps out

Red and hot

Spill my blood

Freshly cut

For the voyeur

Watch it flow

Steaming to the floor

Step up close

To the mortuary table

Slip and slide with me

Wallow

In this sticky mess

There will be a weakening

As the final drop

Is drained

Will it bring closure

How much closer

Will you be

To the truth

When so little is known

Reason does not

Move the soul

Answers

Can be too freely given

Even as the heat

Of my body

Is recycled

There is little use

In knowing

Unless the meaning

Of the wounds

Is healed

Watch the blood dry

The colour of rust

Let it gather in the dust

Mop my brow

If you must

Unrestrained

Abattoir sweat is fresh

With the smell of death

It is all I have

To remind me

Of life.