Sanguine Poetry

By: Angel

forgive me father, I have sinned,
I say to the page,
my daddy issues spilling into ink
like vomit from a thousand stars. 

I’m sorry, lover,
I continue,
and tears fall like a waterfall onto the words,
the night sky flinching 
as I degrade heaven like a satanist
cracking it apart as I try to please the world, 
collapsing into a black hole
while my entire being stutters. 

I’m sorry, mother, I can’t be
the child that you wanted me to be
and my heat breaks 
for your sorrow…

I rip the page from the notebook 
I lay to rest my dreams in,
the torn pieces flying like a
bird emulating himself via kitchen match—
my screams flying out the hand of Michelangelo
to come out painted on my arms 
in blood. 

my screams are voiced by ink on paper
the vice and horror of the world
contained in tiny pitch black letters scribbled 
on the page in passing
by an Angel with two open wounds—

blood drips
from the places where 
their wings once were.