Composed 11/16/13
Description: n/a
A single pinprick I can withstand
But when you’re around me
I am stabbed in threes
Every moment
I seize under
Small, sharp punctures
Which
In their mass
Summon the blood beneath
And bring it out
Drop by drop
Forming into streams
Shining red and vibrant
On my paling skin
And I wither
Unable to lash out
Because pinpricks seem so
Insignificant
Scraps of Paper 