you go on with what you
consider cathartic;
undressing wounds.
and again, i find me
breathing in the scent
of rotten blood from
the gauze you’ve
accumulated
it scares me how much
you indulge it,
so, i started practicing
alchemy and witchcraft
simultaneously, attempting
to bring our pressed
flowers back to life,
or even reverse bleed
every wound you undressed
