grit-ting-my-teeth    OUCH!!
	i've cut my
          self,and the paper's

hue acquiring drip red soaking
  cell splotches:flowing, floating

	liFeForce, emptyout

on'nto Fibers;running 'tween them,
    filling thoughts voids
      occ(xygen)upying

a shuttle from my veins and brain

       destination?       does
	anyone's liFeblood) deserve
  treatment rubbish as dispos-ed
fast-food styrofoam paper wrappers,
mass produced,  each not-noticably-
    different-from-the-next?

	i leave the paper there,
	in hopes of shocking
		 someone

are you there?