Anemia

If making people unhappy was a marketable trait,

Id have the honor of a six-figure salary.
A piece of rusted steel in the hazarai,
ever ready to cut.
A sliver incubating on lumber,
in possession of a curious ability to
attract more. Disregard the warning
label and file under future regrets,
this is going to sting.

Little pieces of you cling
to the head of a nail in the doorframe,
Seeding future picked-at scabs
oxidizing breaths,
leaving you anemic.

As you feel your skin tear,
quickly check your wound.
It takes a couple of seconds
before you notice youre bleeding.
Pains preface reads like the Bible.







-Ian Hilton