need

expiremental

And that is all you need

From your lips words

Clot and bleed

And you say

 

This

Is

What

 

All

 

You need.

 

In your heart, there grows a seed—

That thing you need

 

That rotten thing you need

 

That thing that bleeds in

Red ink and need.

 

And you say

This

Is what

 

This is

 

All

 

You’d ever

Never

Need

 

Me?

 

Reviews

[Dressed in Poetry]

I like it. The last question is nice.