Unfazingly through my consciousness,
Outside my bleeding spot.
The open wound from my crown of thorns
My most tender aspects.
To infect every fragment of my mind.
And re-shaping my disposition.
The abrasion too painful to touch,
At the suggestion of sensation.
Only to tickle it for a moment
Sends it gushing
And pouring down my tear-spout.
Let it out.
Empty this swollen mass of trauma
Little by little
Until it’s finally gone forever.