"Make Me Bleed" (poem)

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An original poem about what I often want in a good book. Or a fanfic. Or a poem.

MAKE ME BLEED

I don’t want my book to make me think,
I want it to make me bleed.

Make it a hot fumbling in the dark.
Dip your hands in gasoline and smell the fire before the pain.
Drown me in the black filth consumption
Of all the things we think and never say.

Use a cock ring because it makes you laugh (and me, too)

Let us have messy sex against the wall,
Because he’s hot and she’s there,
And the Plan has holes the size of Arkansas,
Bridged by spider-filaments of Will,
Filled by Fate because we’re too damn good to die.

Drive me to the edge of my iron balcony;
Shove me, prove that I can fly-or can’t.

Bask in the red sun, drunk, and die of thirst.
Light a sanitarium on fire.
Gasp thin air through frozen lungs.

And when I’m dead, tip the grail’s edge to my raw throat
That clouded eyes might breathe again and weep
THAT THIS IS JOY AND LIFE
Dragged scathed from the leading edge of Hell
Alive, reforged, glorified, wild-eyed
With scars that prove we’ve passed through ecstasy and pain.

And then let me think.