Stationary Drama
You want me to bleed on this page for you
Spill my drama as it unfolds
You want to know if I am real
Or just a penned persona
I will open up my flesh
Then you will see my blood is red
Mixed with salty tears
Unresolved hurt
Both self- inflicted and imposed
Happening now and in past years
Here’s the knife
With my burgundy ink
Is this far too dramatic?
For my stationary life?