My days are sharp | Zoey Bliss
My days are sharp.
Bloody.
The metallic taste of your eyes meeting mine follows me even into my dreams.
A warm pulse threatens to jump from the back of my throat when I realize
I haven’t slept without you in months.
I am bleeding.
Only I can see it. Only you can taste it.
You pull away from the sensation because you can’t see where it comes from.
I am so cold when you go away.
I am fighting a war with myself and the battlefield is too close to you for my liking.
I don’t want to be too much for you.
I will move away so that my blood doesn’t stain your clothes.
I want to keep you clean.
I dress my open wounds and cover the bruises that are the aftermath of my own thoughts,
and yet, I am afraid you can’t help but taste the blood all the same.
Zoey Bliss is a senior at UAlbany, and this is her first time submitting to ARCH! She has a published poetry collection titled “The Sun, The Moon, and Everything In Between” and the poems featured are excerpts from her next unpublished collection! She enjoys theatre, singing, and spending time with her beloved cat, Neo.