You Got It

I gnaw on my fingers like some
rabid animal, ripping flesh and nail
out of compulsion. I know that the blood
and infection will come trickling oozing
out onto the white clean keyboard.
This has happened before. Vital bright
red fuses with the dark stains from a week
ago, a month ago. gftv, es, olk, spacebar are
holes and valleys of a battlefield. Fresh blood
worms its way between keys, threatens
to fry it all. It gets into the words too,
each drop as likely to kill off
as it is to revive. My words then become
vampires, seductive in the appeal
of empty life or drained death. Still bleeding.

4/22/11