Pumping Blood

Words thrown like double edged swords.
slicing the tension
emotions that have been bottled up for months
exploding with the prying of the cork
as the stopper flies into the air
the pressure of mixed feelings, accusations and tears
flow from my lungs
crawling upon each other to reach my tongue
and slip into my mother's ears
she aims threats at my soul as if i couldn't listen
yet i soak up the dryness of her words
absorbing everything
and letting it digest into the pit of my heart
as it wilts and disintegrates
the remaining atriums sit empty
with nothing but anger filled blood crawling through them
dark and blue form lack of breath
slipping through contracted veins
red cells combining in a chain of frustration
until it spills through the slice in my heart
stream after stream of blood
dense with hatred
my pulsing muscle pumping out every last ounce
slowly beating
my heart and lungs contracting in unison
a sweet harmony crooning through my tears
tickling keys on an emotional organ
each salty drop evaporating from my heated cheeks
until no one but myself can remember them