I’ve been tasting blood too much lately.
The flick of my tongue catching bright red droplets.
No punches thrown.
No bruises to flower like dying roses.
I don’t even know I’m doing it.
Don’t even realize it’s happening.
Until I taste the blood.
Then I know.
Then I know I’m keeping something
Deep down inside myself
So my conscious mind doesn’t know or guess
And the only hint
Is that I’ve been chewing at my lip for the last hour
And now I can taste the blood.
So please excuse the fat lip and the slight lisp
I just have been tasting too much blood lately.
Chewing at this appendage
Chewing to avoid speaking.
To trick my unconscious mind into thinking I’m dealing.
That I am speaking when really
Really I’m just chewing.
Digesting the life I have
And avoiding the one stuck back in the recesses of my mind.
So excuse me as I spit this into the nearest cup,
I’ve just been tasting too much blood these days.