Harm

The feeling of blood filling capillaries after consistant pressure holding the blood back

The heat, how it transfers through the veins of the body, flowing with every downbeat of the heart

Like a bass drum the heart thumps, pumping liquid substance to every organ of your existence

It isnt meant to leave your body, but it eases your mind when it does

It reminds you of your salty existence and how you're just as human as the rest of us

Our harms are different

You see, you let something escape through your veins, as I let something enter mine

A substance capable of crushing souls, and destroying peoples minds

Someting capable of tearing apart your own being, or even the people that you love

Something just as dangerous as bleeding out, but it gives me clarity

On cold days like these, this substance warms my veins

And it clears my mind.